"It's beautiful! Zheng'er, you're so skilled. You learned how to make lotus lanterns so quickly." An Jiuyue chuckled and patted the child's head.
She turned around and looked at Qian Yirong, still battling the lotus lantern in his hand.
"Rong'er's lotus lantern is also beautiful. You're as skilled as your brother," she said with a smile.
Qian Yirong looked up and said hesitantly, "Mother, I'm not done yet."
I haven't even finished making my lotus lantern. How does Mother know it's beautiful?
As expected, I'm not as skilled as Brother. I can't even compare when it comes to making lotus lanterns!
An Jiuyue walked over to him and said, "I can tell even if you don't finish it. I'm very capable. I can tell at a glance that Rong'er's lotus lantern is beautiful."
In fact, she was not wrong. In consideration of her eldest son's feelings, she did not add that Rong'er's lotus lantern was indeed better than Zheng'er's.