Lin Dongyu scrolled through the photos on his phone and said, "Do you still remember the concert cake I made before?"

"remember."

Mo Chen nodded, pointed at the photo and said, "Do you want to make a cake for my dad?"

Lin Dongyu burst into laughter and said with a smile: "How to do it, make a golf course? It doesn't seem impossible."

"However, I gave it to the fountain garden last time. Let's change it this time."

She pointed to one of the photos of Mo's father swinging a golf club and said, "This is a good photo, and the posture is very handsome. I want to make a clay statue. What do you think?"

The last time she made a concert cake, she made a fondant doll of the singer in the center of the stage, and the effect was pretty good.

So, I came up with this idea.

It’s more sincere than buying things and giving gifts.

"Not bad!"

Mo Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, he gave her a thumbs up and said, "It's very good."

"But do you have time? I don't want you to be tired." He was a little worried again.

"When I was celebrating my little brother's birthday, I thought about making a clay statue for him, so I asked about it. I could just go to the pottery studio to make it." Lin Dongyu said, "They provide clay, paint, and various styles of carving knives. Things can be fired after they are made.”

"Just one day will do." She concluded.

"Then let's choose the photos first, and I'll accompany you to do it on Saturday. I'll tell my dad to go home for dinner on Sunday, how about that?"

"Row."

Lin Dongyu agreed and focused on picking up the photos.

The photographer who took pictures of Father Mo was indeed professional and had many pictures. Father Mo is only slightly shorter than Mo Chen and has a well-managed figure. At his age, he is just like a handsome uncle.

Lin Dongyu was dazzled by the selection, and Mo Chen said: "Why not, doing this one holding the trophy is his most proud competition."

Father Mo’s golf skills are good, but he is not a professional player, and the purpose of playing golf is not to win prizes.

But men, there is always a sense of competition.

Mo Chen remembers that match very clearly. It was a friendly invitational match, and a retired golfer was also invited.

Mo's father was able to win this championship because of his extraordinary performance. Afterwards, he was so happy that he kept talking about it for more than a month and kept the trophy as a treasure. Mo's mother also laughed at him for a while.

"That's not bad."

Since it is something Father Mo is proud of, why not just do this.

I took several photos of Father Mo holding the trophy, some alone, some with several people in a group photo, some holding the trophy in one hand and the medal in the other, and some giving him flowers...

"Hey, is this aunt?" Lin Dongyu suddenly pointed at one of the photos and said.

Mo Chen took a closer look and said, "I didn't know yet, but it turns out my mother went there too."

The person in the middle of the photo is Father Mo holding the trophy. Mother Mo is standing in the crowd, looking at him with a gentle smile, and all her eyes are on him.

Lin Dongyu suddenly had an idea and said, "Otherwise, I can change the etiquette lady who delivers flowers to an aunt and make a double clay statue. What do you think?"

"Of course that's good!"

Mo Chen affirmed, "After all, my dad's hobby is my mom."

"Then it's settled," Lin Dongyu said without raising his head, "Give me some more photos of your aunt, a full-length portrait, so I can refer to them for ideas."

This time, Mo Chen didn't call Gao Baiming again.

They all protected their family members very well, and Mo's mother never showed her face to the outside world. He found a photo of Mo's mother in his family album. After Lin Dongyu selected it, Mo Chen sent it to her.

With the idea in mind, Lin Dongyu was very excited. He took out his sketchbook and wanted to start painting.

Making a double portrait is more complicated than a single portrait. Not only do you have to consider posture and movement, but you also have to carefully conceive the interaction between the two people.

Lin Dongyu thought that she would draw a sketch first and confirm all the details. After going to the ceramics studio on Saturday, she could directly shape it to save time.

Mo Chen held down her notebook and said, "It's getting late, you should go to bed."

"Let me finish the painting first." Lin Dongyu coquettishly said.

Mo Chen hardened his heart and said, "No, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Forced by him, Lin Dongyu had to reluctantly put away the notebook, yawned and went to wash up.

Seeing her sleepy look, Mo Chen just felt distressed and stayed with her until she fell asleep before quietly leaving.

There is always a reason behind Fang Qingyao's sudden appearance.

He didn't mention this matter in front of Lin Dongyu, but he didn't want to cause any more trouble because of this person.

He turned on the light in the study and contacted Lu Qi.

Lu Qi quickly replied to the message and said nonchalantly: "Is it worth using me for such a trivial matter? I have already sent it to your email. You can see for yourself."

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