Mei Feng looked at his younger brother inquiringly.
Mei He weakly nodded at him, "Brother, I really like it."
Mei Feng sighed, "Well, as long as you like it."
Mei Mu was clearly happy too, "Xiao He is very talented. He learned it in no time, and he has already cut out many patterns this afternoon!"
On the table were the results of Mei He's efforts in the afternoon.
He had cut out some small cats and dogs, as well as a few little people holding hands with smiling faces.
Mei Feng couldn't help but reach out to pick up a piece of cut paper. Seeing the vivid expressions on those little figures, the anger in his heart disappeared instantly, replaced by genuine joy. "Xiao He, are these us?"
"Yes!" Mei He joyfully introduced, "This is sister, this is brother, and also Xiao Jing and Yanyan. I want to stick them by the bedside!"
