Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 261 - 260: Crying and Begging Me to Draw? Every Mom in the Compound Calls Me Teacher Lin!

Chapter 261: Chapter 260: Crying and Begging Me to Draw? Every Mom in the Compound Calls Me Teacher Lin!

Fan Chunhua ran away.

Like a defeated rooster, tail between its legs, dragging her crying grandson, disappearing at the end of the alley.

But Lin Wan Yi’s small courtyard exploded with activity.

"Wanyi! Teach me! Teach me!"

"Come to my house for vegetables! We just got a bunch of fresh spinach!"

"Use mine! Use my carrots! They’re big and red!"

The group of women who were keeping their distance earlier now surged forward like a tide.

Dozens of hands and eyes were all focused on Lin Wan Yi.

They were holding things in their hands.

This one carried a net bag of eggs, that one cradled a jar of homemade pickles.

Su Qing ran the fastest, pulling a few tickets from her pocket and stuffing them into Lin Wan Yi’s hands.

"Wanyi! No! Teacher Lin!"

She was so excited she could barely speak.

"These are cloth tickets for two chi! You take them! Consider it... consider it your fee!"

"Yes, yes! A fee!"

The others followed suit, desperately handing over what they held.

"My eggs! For the child’s health!"

"These pickles are my family’s recipe! They whet the appetite!"

The scene was becoming chaotic.

The children joined in the excitement, some bouncing up and down at their mothers’ legs, others outright fighting over drawings.

Crying, shouting, and the pleading voices of adults mixed together.

"Don’t shove! Don’t shove!"

Lin Wan Yi was surrounded, Gu An in her arms furrowed his little brows, unhappy, protecting the drawing in his mom’s hand.

"Everyone, listen to me!"

Lin Wan Yi had to raise her voice.

But nobody listened.

Everyone was afraid of falling behind, missing out on the immortal-like skills.

Lin Wan Yi looked at the group of women about to start fighting, and then at the children crying and rolling around.

She said nothing further.

She just cleared her throat and asked in a voice not loud but clear enough.

"Do you want to know how Lazy Sheep escaped from Grey Wolf’s pot?"

In an instant.

The entire yard went silent.

Little Hu, who was rolling on the ground, suddenly stopped crying, jumped up.

The one snatching the drawing, Da Mao, also let go of his hand and looked over intently.

The crying and screaming of all the children were like they had been immobilized.

Dozens of shiny black eyes simultaneously turned to Lin Wan Yi.

The adults were also stunned.

They looked at their sons who were acting like the Demon Lord of Mayhem, now suddenly the most well-behaved students.

One by one, their mouths agape, forgetting to lower their raised eggs and cloth tickets.

This... What kind of magic was this?

Lin Wan Yi placed Gu Ning on a bamboo rattan chair in the yard and pulled Gu An to her side.

She just stood in the center of the yard and began to speak.

"That day, Grey Wolf caught Lazy Sheep again, he heated the water and was ready to cook..."

Her voice was neither hurried nor slow.

The story was simple, just another common episode from the cartoon.

But in an era with no entertainment, in an era with only black and white picture books.

This colorful, thrilling, and interesting story was a fatal attraction for the children.

The children formed a circle, sitting on the ground, heads upturned.

Listening intently.

When they heard about Lazy Sheep tricking Grey Wolf into the pot, cheers erupted from the children.

When Grey Wolf shouted, "I’ll be back!" flying into the sky, they burst into fits of laughter.

The moms just stood there, stunned.

Watching the focused and joyful faces of their children.

One lady’s eyes reddened as she watched.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

Her child was famously naughty in the courtyard, not at peace unless beaten three times a day.

But now, he sat there, quietly, listening more attentively than anyone else.

The story ended.

Lin Wan Yi clapped her hands.

"Okay, now, kids who want to learn to draw, stand with your moms."

"Wow!"

The children scattered, each running back to their mothers, holding their hands, faces full of anticipation.

Not a single tear was shed.

No one was making a fuss.

The yard achieved unprecedented harmony.

"Now, I’ll teach the moms how to make paint."

Lin Wan Yi picked up the two bowls of paint on the table.

"Red, using strawberries or beets."

"Green, using spinach."

"Yellow, using marigold or carrots."

"Crush them all, filter the juice with gauze, and then simmer with a bit of glutinous rice flour until it forms a paste."

She explained simply and clearly.

"If there’s no glutinous rice flour at home, use white flour; it’ll just be a bit thicker."

The moms nodded continuously as if engraving each word into their minds.

"Alright, I’ve talked about the paint. Now I’ll teach you how to draw."

Lin Wan Yi took out a blank piece of paper.

"We’ll start by drawing Happy Sheep."

She picked up a black pen made from the soot of a pot bottom.

"Drawing a sheep is simple."

"First, draw a big, round face."

She drew a circle on the paper.

"Then, on top of the head, draw a tuft of curls like a cloud."

She drew a few more lines.

"For eyes, just two black dots."

"Nose and mouth together form a three-parted mouth."

As she spoke, she drew.

A simple portrait of Happy Sheep appeared.

"Did you moms understand?"

"Got it! Got it!"

"It’s that simple!"

"I thought it was much harder!"

A previously daring sister-in-law from the textile factory was the boldest.

She ran home to get paper and a pen and started practicing on a small stool nearby.

Her circles weren’t round, and the lines wobbled a lot.

But astonishingly, a sheep’s outline emerged.

"Mom! You drew a sheep!"

Her son leaned over, exclaiming with delight.

"Really? Does it look like one?" The sister-in-law was so excited her hands trembled.

"Yes! Mom is amazing!"

A compliment from a child.

Brought an unprecedented glow to the face of this woman in her thirties, worn down by life.

She lifted her head and looked at Lin Wan Yi, filled with gratitude.

Lin Wan Yi nodded in her direction.

"Everyone can try it at home."

"You don’t have to always draw sheep; you can draw a chick or a flower, and the kids will love it."

The yard was quiet for a moment.

Suddenly.

"Thank you... Teacher Lin!"

Su Qing reacted first.

She gave Lin Wan Yi a deep bow.

This "Teacher Lin" seemed to activate a switch.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin!"

The sister-in-law from the textile factory followed.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin! You are truly a living Bodhisattva!"

"Thank you, Teacher Lin!"

"Thank you, Teacher Lin!"

Every woman in the courtyard.

Regardless of whether they were onlookers, skeptics, or those that were jealous before.

At this moment, all sincerely called out to Lin Wan Yi those three words.

Again and again, "Teacher Lin."

Reverberating above the Peking University Staff Family Courtyard.

This sound was more powerful than any explanation.

It washed away all the labels attached to Lin Wan Yi.

What "capitalist’s daughter"?

What "vixen"?

At this moment, she had only one identity.

Respected by all the children and mothers in this yard.

Teacher.