Kicked the scumbag and married his uncle, and she was reborn as a medical concubine to dominate the

"Isn't this great? It's already quite good that you can do it like this for the first time. Look at these eyes. You painted my eyes very vividly. They are very similar to mine."

"Does it look like it?" But when she looked at it, Brother Chen's eyes were obviously bigger and more lively than what she had drawn.

"It looks like it. If you don't believe it, just ask the master."

Qi Chen said, turning to look at the potter who was giving them instructions, and winked at him as a hint.

The master understood what the little emperor meant and immediately responded with a smile, "Yes, it's very similar. The girl must care too much about her husband.

Because the strings in my heart are too tight, no matter how I look at it, I feel that the clay figurine I made is not as handsome as the young master himself. After all, the clay figurine is a dead thing, but the human being is alive.

No matter how powerful the craftsman is, he cannot restore it 100%. In fact, it is quite good for a clay figurine to achieve this level of similarity. "

"The master has much more experience than us. If you see the master saying this, it means you are really good at carving."

"Really? Anyway, as long as Brother Chen doesn't dislike it, it's fine." The naive little girl didn't notice the collusion between the two people and was successfully fooled.

"Where's your clay figurine? Show it to me quickly."

Qi Chen was born in the royal family. Even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs running away. He must be better at pinching it than small bean sprouts.

Fortunately, they pinched each other separately and were not the same person, so naturally there was no such obvious contrast.

Experienced potters can tell the pros and cons from the workmanship, but as a novice, Xiao Dou Sprout certainly can't tell.

The only thing she could feel was that the clay figurine in her hand seemed prettier than she remembered.

"Brother Chen, are you making me look better than the real person?" He frowned and looked up at Qi Chen thoughtfully.

"No way, you are much more beautiful in person than this. Didn't the master just say that people are alive and it is impossible to make a clay figurine more beautiful than a real person?

It’s our first time carving, so our skills are definitely about the same. Besides, you’re smart and I’m clumsy, so you can do better than me.

So how much do you think the clay figurine you made is inferior to my real person? The difference between mine and mine is just a little bit more. "

It has to be said that the little emperor worked very hard to make his wife happy. Before he met Xiao Douya, he never thought that he could be so eloquent.

But in the final analysis, his little fool is easy to coax, and she believes whatever he says.

After making people happy, the two of them each put away the other's carved selves and left the pottery museum with their loads.

It's getting dark outside, and the streets are gradually becoming lively.

Qi Chen walked around with little bean sprouts and tasted street food.

With her belly bulging, Xiao Dou Ya had a hearty meal. While she felt satisfied, she also began to feel worried.

Happy time is always short, and this day is almost over after all.

"Brother Chen,"

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly "bang bang" sounds were heard one after another, and colorful fireworks exploded in the sky one after another.

The sound of firecrackers drowned out the sound of little bean sprouts.

Qi Chen didn't hear her calling him, he just turned his head and looked happily at her eyes that were glowing with surprise as she stared at the fireworks in the sky.

At this moment, in addition to the bright fireworks in the sky, her eyes also reflected him.

Although he couldn't see his own, he knew that his eyes must be full of her.

Fireworks covered almost half of the sky. It had not been such a grand event for a long time. Almost all the pedestrians walking on the street couldn't help but stop and watch.

When the fireworks burned out, as the last firelight fell, several Kongming lanterns with writing on them rose up at random.

"Happy birthday, little bean sprout!"

Every word on it was written by the emperor himself.

Xiao Douya recognized his handwriting.

She turned her head and looked at him blankly, her eyes starting to feel sore again.

But looking at the excited look on the little emperor's face, she still sniffed and tried to hold it back.

"Do you like it?" Qi Chen raised his hand and touched her little face.

"Well, thank you, Brother Chen." His eyes glanced at the figure on the attic. After saying this, the little bean sprout closed his eyes, stood on tiptoe and kissed the little emperor's lips.

Qi Chen was completely stunned and stayed in place for a long time like an idiot.

When he finally came to his senses and wanted to cater to him, Xiao Douya had already let go of him, "Brother Chen, I'm so thirsty. Can we go to the teahouse over there for some tea?"

"Okay, okay." Qi Chen agreed mechanically, and then quickly led the little girl into the teahouse.

"Look at what you want to drink."

After looking at the menu, Xiao Douya casually ordered a pot of acacia tea.

When the waiter brought the tea, Xiao Dou Ya tightened the thing hidden in his sleeves and took the teapot before Qi Chen.