After breakfast, they visited the town again to punch in, and Ruanruan got her little ceramic bottle that she had made, with a simple but adorably dumb hamster she had drawn on it. It was endearing.
Although her flowers were not as lifelike as Anqing's dad could paint, nor as artistic as her master's work, her drawing was cute!
The little hamster on the bottle stood erect, with one paw on its chubby waist, while the other paw held up a plump sunflower seed, its expression arrogantly adorable.
"Ruanruan, how about you give this bottle to Daddy, or we can trade if you want."
This was his daughter's very first hand-made ceramic, and such a beautiful and cute little bottle held great sentimental value.
Upon hearing this, Ruanruan didn't hesitate to hand over the small bottle, the size of an adult's palm, to Su Yan.
"Daddy gives it to you, and Ruanruan will make seven more cups to give to the daddies, master, and Brother Jincheng," she said.
