The three of them finished their noodles, and Tang Feng took the initiative to wash the dishes.
Lu Han was in charge of wiping the table, Tang Su was responsible for continuing to refine her painting, and Little Douding stayed by her feet, refusing to leave.
Tang Su touched Little Douding's little head, "This is you, isn't it, silly?"
"Meow—"
Who is the silly one?
Is it the one in the painting?
It's not silly; it has a name now, it's called Little Douding.
When Lu Han came over, he knew that Tang Su had been learning to paint since she was young. He originally thought painting was just a hobby for Tang Su, but he never imagined that she painted so well.
No wonder she caught his brother-in-law's eye.
His brother-in-law, so picky in professional matters, was well-known for that.
"I'm going to take out the trash, do you want to come?" Lu Han glanced at Tang Feng, who was busy in the kitchen, and invited Tang Su.
"Okay."
