By the time the children finished singing, the parents were almost out of laughter.

The teacher tried his best to restrain his expression and started to announce the second activity. Parents and children drew a picture together. The content of the picture was me and my parents.

Jiang Zheng bent down and stood beside Jiang Yu, watching him take out a box of crayons from his schoolbag.

"You draw it yourself, and I'll watch it."

Jiang Zheng put his hand on the table and had no intention of helping together.

Jiang Yu pouted, very dissatisfied with his father's passive sabotage, but he didn't dare to say anything, just held the crayons, thinking about how to start drawing.

"Dad, let's draw mom first, shall we?"

"it is good."

Jiang Yu took out a black crayon and planned to draw the outline first. As soon as he drew a head, Jiang Zheng said, "Wait a minute, your mother's face is an oval face, not the awl face you drew."

Little Jiang Yu didn't know what a goose egg or an awl was, so he could only blink at his dad innocently.

Seeing that he was stupid, Jiang Zheng simply re-edited his face.

Satisfied with the revision, Jiang Zheng threw the crayon to Jiang Yu again.

Jiang Yu began to draw skirts...

"Wait a minute, your mom doesn't like pink, her dress should be yellow, and it's too fat, change it up again."

Jiang Yu painted hair...

"No, your mother's hair is a little longer than this, and it's a little bit more curly."

Jiang Yu painted the five senses...

"Your mother's eyes should be a little bigger. The eyes are dark and they look very bright. Your mother's mouth is pouting lips, and the color is also very beautiful, not your color..."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Why didn't his dad paint it himself in the first place?

When others draw a picture, the father and son are both used to draw the mother.

It was time to see, Jiang Zheng held Jiang Yu's hand and drew two stick figures, one large and one small, next to "Yu Qian", with a circle on the top and five sticks on the bottom.

Of course, the older one next to Yu Qian is him, and the younger one next to him is Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu looked at the stickman sadly, and felt that this was not like himself.

The teacher asked everyone to mount the paintings, and then prepared to help everyone hang them on the back wall. When she took over the paintings of Jiang's father and son, she was silent...

A mother who has carefully drawn details, and two scribbled little stick figures with three-pointed facial features. Are they sure this is a portrait of a family?

The teacher hung the picture on the wall with complicated eyes.

At eleven o'clock, the teacher announced that the parents would take their children to finish the meal, then take a break and wait until one o'clock in the afternoon to start the outdoor activities.

Jiang Zheng took Jiang Yu to eat when the phone rang.

"Hey little fish—"

Jiang Zheng held the mobile phone with a smile, and Yu Qian said something angrily over the mobile phone, Jiang Zheng said very gently: "I was worried that you didn't get enough sleep last night, don't worry, the activity will only start in the afternoon. Well, you asked Uncle Liu to take you here, don't drive alone, do you understand?"

The mother, who was listening with her ears, began to overflow with sour water in her heart again. Why is a good husband always someone else's! !

But... did they just hear some words of tigers and wolves, what is the meaning of tossing so late at night, is that what they think?

When Jiang Yu heard his father calling Xiao Yu'er, he knew that the call was from his mother. He put down his chopsticks and stood up, trying to reach for his mobile phone, "I want to talk to my mother, my father will give me the mobile phone, give me—"

Jiang Zheng held Jiang Yu's head down to prevent him from moving, and continued to gently say to Yu Qian: "We are already eating, you should eat at home first, the food here is not delicious, be good... ."

Jiang Zheng didn't specifically lower his voice, the sentence that the meal was not delicious was clearly transmitted into the teacher's ears.

teacher:……

What could she do, she dared not say anything.

Jiang Zheng hung up the phone, his expression became serious again, he put all the carrots in his bowl into Jiang Yu's bowl, "Children eat more carrots to stay healthy."

Jiang Yu didn't want to eat it, but his mother wasn't there, so he didn't dare to talk back to his father, so he could only put the carrot into his mouth in pain.

Woohoo, when will mom come?

——

Not long after the father and son finished eating, Yu Qian hurried over, also in white casual clothes, the same style for the family of three.

And considering that there are outdoor activities next, Yu Qian also tied her hair into a ball head, which looks particularly youthful and beautiful.

"Mother"

"Xiaoyu'er, why are you in such a hurry, your head is sweating."

Jiang Zheng took out the paper to help Yu Qian wipe the sweat, Yu Qian hugged Jiang Yu and glared at Jiang Zheng, "If you hadn't turned off my alarm clock, would I be so anxious?"

"Didn't I just want you to sleep a little longer, and last night..."

"shut up."

Yu Qian stretched out her mouth to cover Jiang Zheng's mouth, and looked around with a guilty conscience.

Finding that no one was paying attention, Yu Qian let go.

"Mom, Dad forced me to eat carrots today!"

As soon as Jiang Yu saw his mother, he couldn't wait to start complaining.

Unexpectedly, Yu Qian looked at him with a smile, "Baby, children can't be picky eaters. Eating more carrots is good for your health."

Jiang Yu: "..." This is different from what he thought, shouldn't his mother teach his father a lesson?

Yu Qian glared at Jiang Zheng again where Jiang Yu couldn't see it.

It's really promising. She even forced the child to eat the dishes she didn't like. If it wasn't for the sake of the people around her, she would have pinched his ears!

——

The family was fighting, and the time soon reached one o'clock.

Because parent-child activities in kindergartens are generally only attended by one parent, all the activities designed are one adult with one child.