Little Taotie shook the pen, her big eyes full of innocence: "I drew it by copying that."
Fox Dog: "Woof woof woof—" Clearly totally unrelated, doesn't look like it at all.
Hua Jinyan frowned.
If someone else could draw in her place, he wouldn't have Little Taotie do it.
Little Taotie sighed: "Then I'll redraw it."
"Woof woof woof—" Even if you redraw it a hundred times, it probably still won't work!
Maybe hearing the distrust in Little Dog's barking, Little Taotie pinched its ear: "Relax, it'll work eventually. Failure is the mother of success."
Before Little Taotie could jab the needle down, Hua Jinyan reached out to stop her.
"You don't trust me either?" Little Taotie lifted her eyes, a hint of hurt flashing through them.
"That's not it."
Hua Jinyan handed her a box of paint: "First use the paint on paper. Once it looks similar enough, then try using blood."
He was a little worried Little Taotie might lose too much blood.
