Beloved One of the Prestigious Household-Chapter 429: The Night Before the Party

The big white goose’s drawing skills had improved significantly since its first attempts—though it still wasn’t great.

The four elders, Old Mr. and Mrs. Qin, along with Old Mr. Ye and Old Mrs. Ye, lowered their heads, carefully examining the goose’s artwork. The big white goose held the paintbrush in its beak, diligently controlling the brush’s movement. Finally, after a minute, it finished its painting.

The goose returned the brush to a nearby bodyguard and began to flap its wings while pointing at the artwork, excitedly explaining, "Gag!"

Unfortunately, none of the adults could understand its explanation. After a series of honks, the goose looked around at the confused faces and sighed in resignation.

Gag! Little Ann was the smartest; she could understand its words. Everyone else was as clueless as pigs!

The goose quickly reconsidered this metaphor. If Little Ann knew it compared her family to pigs, she would be very angry!

It decided to use a softer term instead: silly.

At that moment, the four elders exchanged glances, each seeing confusion and bewilderment reflected on the others’ faces. What on earth had the big white goose painted?

On the once-blank white paper, there were now several dark blotches that, at first glance or upon closer inspection, looked as if the brush had accidentally smudged the paper. Yet they had all seen how seriously the goose painted, thoughtfully considering each stroke before making it.

Seeing that no one could decipher the goose’s artwork, Old Mr. Qin skillfully took out his phone. "I’ll ask Ann’s teacher."

When Zhu Xiulin’s phone rang and he saw Old Mr. Qin’s name on the caller ID, he already guessed the reason for the call.

As soon as he answered, Zhu Xiulin directly asked, "Old Mr. Qin, has the big white goose painted again?"

This wasn’t the first time; Zhu Xiulin had accepted his new role as the goose’s translator.

"Yes, yes," Old Mr. Qin replied with a helpless smile, a hint of apology in his tone. "I’m sorry to trouble you, Mr. Zhu. Could you help me understand what the big white goose is trying to say in this painting?"

"It’s no trouble at all. Just take a photo of the painting and send it to me," Zhu Xiulin offered without hesitation.

After ending the call, Old Mr. Qin sent a photo of the dark painting.

Looking at it, Zhu Xiulin recognized the big white goose’s style, knowing it would be difficult for ordinary people to grasp its meaning.

Fortunately, Zhu Xiulin was experienced and quickly translated the painting’s message into human language, sending it back to Old Mr. Qin.

He added a careful note, emphasizing that it was merely his personal interpretation and the true meaning should be gauged from the goose’s reactions.

After thanking him, Old Mr. Qin immediately gathered with his wife and the Ye couple to analyze Zhu Xiulin’s translation alongside the goose’s artwork.

Old Mrs. Qin scrutinized it closely. "Oh, it seems the big white goose thinks the grass here isn’t level enough and could pose a danger."

Old Mrs. Ye looked at the painting and then walked over to the area the goose had indicated, confirming there was indeed a safety hazard.

Since this was the Qin family’s territory, Old Mrs. Ye politely suggested to Old Mrs. Qin, "Should we have someone fix this area?"

"Absolutely," Old Mrs. Qin promptly instructed the bodyguards to prioritize repairs in that spot, ensuring there would be no accidents.

The big white goose nodded in satisfaction, "Gag!" Exactly! Little Ann’s birthday party must be free of any potential dangers.