Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Happy Thanksgiving is coming to an end, and before returning to school, Daisy has to complete the holiday homework assigned by Sophia-drawing observation diaries.

Sophia wants to exercise children's observation ability and concentration, and asks someone to observe things and draw them.

Daisy likes to paint, so she also likes this homework. The day before returning to school, she wandered around the house with a paintbrush, looking for something to observe.

Tuanzi got up early, it was a holiday, and the old father was still lying in bed in the room, waiting for the handsome chairman with fluffy brown hair to wash up and come out to eat breakfast slowly, the child had already swayed a lot, but he hadn't Make up your mind who to watch.

Tony doesn't have to go out to work today, and plans to spend time at home-this way of vacation is a bit of a luxury for him, and he should cherish it.

While reaching for a croissant in the bread basket, he slowly tore it in half, while listening to Jarvis' physical condition test report. Thanks to the painstaking efforts of his daughter and parents, he is so healthy that he can reach out and knock down a cow at any time.

The old father was about to put the bread into his mouth, when he caught a glimpse of the chair next to him moving from the corner of his eye, and it was Daisy who climbed up wheezing, took a drawing book and a pen, and started doing her homework for the holiday.

Obviously found a good observation object.

Tony also noticed that when his daughter was drawing, she would look up and look this way from time to time.

He didn't feel anything at first, but when the bread came into his mouth, he felt blessed and sat up straight.

Looking at the whole family, of course there is no better object of observation than Dad, who has obviously been recorded in Daisy's painting homework.

Parents seem to have the burden of idols all of a sudden, and they become deliberate in every move.Media interviews are not so highly valued—this is the first time my daughter has made an observation diary, so of course we should pay attention to it.

"Sir," Jarvis asked, "are you still listening?"

Tony is in good health, and the smart housekeeper is also very pleased.

The old father secretly glanced at his daughter who was drawing with her head down from the corner of her eye, coughed and cleared her throat, and said, "You should concentrate on eating, and listen after eating."

"Okay." Jarvis said, "With you as an example, Miss will be able to develop good living habits."

That's a good point.

After Tony had breakfast, Daisy also finished her first painting. The child slipped to the floor and knew how to gently push the chair towards the table and put it in order. This is also a good habit developed on weekdays.

The old father walked slowly at home, killing time slowly, passing the bathroom, and accidentally saw the clothes on his body in the mirror.

There is nothing more comfortable than wearing soft and comfortable baby bear pajamas when you are at home on vacation.

It was snowing outside, and he was lying on the sofa in pajamas and watching TV. He was comfortable and relaxed. For a moment, people forgot his daily goal of earning a few hundred million first. The world is peaceful, and there is no need to save it.

Superheroes may be able to get a little different happiness when they are superheroes at the beginning, but day after day, there will always be times when they are tired, maybe they are more willing to put down their masks and be ordinary people.

Stop the noise of the banana capsules competing for favor, take your daughter, eat a dessert, and have a long sleep.Too easy and too difficult.

Thinking back to the present, Tony stopped and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a little informal in his attire.

He is the one to be painted.

Tony silently went to his dressing room, planning to pick out a better dress.

"Sir, it's fine for you to be like this now." Jarvis, who was on the sidelines, saw through his thoughts at a glance, and persuaded him gently, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for the lady to draw if you wear too formal clothes."

Tony didn't say yes, and he didn't say bad.

While he was thinking, Daisy slipped in with her drawing book again, and it happened that Jarvis was still giving advice on dressing.

The butler was very good at watching the situation, and immediately changed the subject, saying that the clothes in Tony's wardrobe were all beautiful.

Daisy looked at her father, looking thoughtful, turned a page of the book with her little hands, and drew on it with a crayon.

So the old father didn't go, or didn't go, and stood there in the baby bear until the daughter finished painting.

Daisy also asked: "Dad, why are you still not moving?"

Adults' painstaking efforts, sometimes really do not need to be told.

On this day, Tony couldn't kill the time easily.

After thinking about it, he still needs to work for a while. The armor can be improved and upgraded to produce MK51 and MK52. It is best to use molecular technology to the extreme.

After all, you never know what kind of enemy is waiting in front of you.

So Tony went to the studio and modeled in Jarvis' hologram.

No one or any AI can understand his heart like Jarvis, cooperate seamlessly, and always give him what he wants immediately. Working with Jarvis is a kind of enjoyment, and the eardrums are soaked in the gentle metal texture. In the voice, it is a kind of enjoyment.

Tony occasionally let Jarvis read the product manual to calm his nerves.

When the old father was concentrating on his work, the little painter at home ran in again with light steps.

"Daddy," Daisy asked softly, "may I be here?"

"Yes." Tony said, "There are strawberries in the refrigerator."

Refrigerators and simple kitchen counters are standard equipment in Stark's home studio.When Tony works for a period of time, his energy is often full and his stomach is empty, so he can replenish a little energy with food in a timely manner.

When Daisy was little, there was still a bottle warmer on the counter.

Tuanzi was very happy to hear that, and ran to open the refrigerator door, took a bowl of strawberries, and drew while eating.

In order to finish her homework this day, she was very diligent. She ran to many places in the house and counted four or five pages of colorfully painted paper.

Sophia didn't ask for such a large amount of homework, and Daisy couldn't help but like it, so she did her best.

Interest is the best teacher and the greatest driving force.

Before dinner, Daisy went to the kitchen to draw. At that time, Tony, who was hungry in advance, was trying Wendy's new Texas roast beef in the kitchen.

"How is it?" Wendy cut a tender and juicy piece of meat for Tony to taste. It was the first time she tried the new menu, but she didn't know what to do. She stared at the boss's face and observed his micro-expressions, "Jarvis helped According to the menu that was researched, I adjusted the ratio of wine and sugar."

"Hmm." Tony wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, "Not bad."

Before he finished eating the meat, Daisy had already finished her picture, ran over and said that she wanted to eat a piece too.

Draw to calm baby daisy.

Daisy didn't come out to watch the news at night.After taking a shower, she was rolling on the bed, and her father was busy with other things, so she couldn't come to tell the story, so she opened the picture book, and drew while listening to Jarvis reading the story book.

When Tony wasn't free, Jarvis would tell the bedtime stories.

360 days a year, five days and months, the voice of sending the dumplings to sleep is sometimes soft and sometimes deep. Today is the little red riding hood of the father, and tomorrow is the housekeeper's little mouse and cheese. Each has its own taste and weaves different dreams.

"Painting at night, you must protect your eyes." Jarvis was telling stories, stopped and said with concern, "May I brighten the lights for you?"

Daisy said yes.

She had already completed more than half of her painting, but after turning on the lights, she drew faster, and the lines were like wool, getting longer and longer, dragging out a yawn with a tail, and rolled into sleepiness.

The flat baby cake finally felt sleepy, rubbed his eyes, did not forget to close the drawing book, put it next to the crib, got into the warm bed, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

After a while, Tony finished his work and walked in the door. Seeing his daughter sleeping soundly on the bed, he lowered his head to kiss that soft and tender face.

Daisy was feeding the lamb in a dream, when the lamb came to kiss her face, turned around and snatched all the grass.

As soon as I fell asleep, after dawn, it was time to return to kindergarten after the holiday.

Little Daisy, who was wearing a kindergarten uniform, didn't forget to put the drawing book in her schoolbag in advance, and ran to the dining table to have breakfast, looking in a good mood.

She was in a good mood, but the old father who had dinner with her felt a little itchy like a cat scratching her heart.

Tony wanted to know what results his daughter had observed after a day of observation.

"Have you done your homework?" The parent asked knowingly.

"Okay, Dad." Daisy nodded, "I draw a lot."

"If you want to share your results, I don't mind listening to them," Tony said.

Tuanzi stuffed a piece of bread in her mouth. Hearing what her father said, she cooperatively climbed off the baby chair and ran to the living room to get her small schoolbag.

The schoolbag was opened, and inside it was the picture book that recorded Daisy's observation results.

Daisy turned to the first page, and there was a picture of a bearded man, which was her father Tony, and a blue luminous body beside her, which must be the Jarvis in her imagination.

"It's a chat over breakfast," said Daisy, "and we often chat together."

She turned to the second page, and there were bearded dad, Blu-ray butler, and many clothes on it.

"I'm picking out nice clothes," she said.

Turning to the third page, bearded father, Jarvis, and a basket of strawberries.

"It's good to be serious at work!" Daisy gave a thumbs up.

She flipped through several pages in a row. On the last page, a child was lying on the bed, with many story books beside him.

"If I want to sleep, I will tell me a story." Tuanzi said, "The story is well told, and I also dream of telling stories in my dreams."

Daisy did a decent presentation, as if there was a child sitting in front of her. After flipping through the picture book, she bowed and concluded: "I observe a person I like, thank you, thank you for looking at my paintings."

Tony's face was indifferent, but adults are so hypocritical. At this moment, I don't know if his tail has been raised to the sky, and he asked, "How is this man?"

Daisy nodded: "He's very good. He stays with me every day and takes care of Dad. He's also good to Wendy."

The old father was taken aback, feeling that something was wrong, and was about to ask a question, when the little boy said happily, "I like Jarvis!"