Chapter 391


    Flipping through the booklet, the illustrations were as clear and detailed as architectural blueprints.


    The drawings were a bit rough around the edges,cking the precision of professional ns, but each


    was crafted ording to architectural standards. Every measurement was meticulously noted, even


    the corners were marked, making everything immediately clear at a nce.


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    The meticulousness extended to the locations measured—every street, every alley, every neighbor


    was clearly indicated, down to the exact ce where any permanent object stood.


    I went through several pages in astonishment. Then I turned to my dad with disbelief and asked,


    "This... Is this their handiwork?"


    A few proud smiles broke out among them.


    Probert looked at me, his eyes wide with excitement. "Mom, this is what we''ve achieved in this time.


    Cool, huh?"


    "It''s amazing! How did you... How did you manage to do this? It''s so professional! Even architectural


    ns aren''t this thorough!" My praise was genuine, straight from the heart.


    I was utterly astounded.


    "Dad, is this really their work?" I asked, seeking confirmation in disbelief.


    "Mom, why would you doubt it? Don''t you believe in our abilities?" Monique immediately challenged my


    expression, her tone slightly indignant.


    "I don’t mean that, I''m just... just shocked!" I quickly rified.


    At that, they allughed again. Finally, my dad said, "They took this very seriously. Sometimes, for the


    sake of uracy, they''d start over multiple times! They never cked off. Even the professionals from


    the Architect''s Guild were impressed, saying it was incredibly valuable."


    I pointed to an illustration in the booklet. "Then, who taught them this standard architectural drafting?


    Dad, was it you?"


    He nodded. "It''s not difficult. I just showed them a temte, exined a bit, and after a couple of days,


    they''ve got it!" He spoke with such ease and delight.


    "I''ve always told you not to underestimate the kids'' ability to learn. Often, you just need to invest some


    time, be with them, provide a bit of guidance, and that''s all!" My dad said, eager to prove his point.


    "Mom, we measured it all by hand, so we remember every nook and cranny. This way, we''ll manage it


    like the back of our hand!" Monique''s little face was all seriousness, her demeanor impressively


    authoritative.


    I felt a surge of pride. To hear such ambition from Monique was remarkable. But I knew deep down it


    was my dad''s guidance that made the difference. Without him truly putting his heart into it, such results


    would have been impossible.


    Watching Monique speak with such confidence, talking about future management, she already


    assumed the role of a proprietor.


    I feigned skepticism, "But this is a huge project, not something you can finish in a day or two. It''s


    tedious..."


    "Not at all!" Monique cut me off before I could finish, shaking her little head with conviction. "It''s not as


    tedious as you make it sound. I actually think it''s fun."


    "Why do you say that?" I asked, focusing on her.


    She began to exin, "Each of these houses has its own style and character, not like those city


    buildings where every apartment is the same, everyyout is identical, and even the decorations often


    match. It''s so uniform, and it feels like you''ve walked into the wrong home because they all look like


    your own."


    Her words were well thought out, and I was speechless. It was clear she had absorbed her


    grandfather''s teachings.


    I could hear her personal take on it.


    My dadughed heartily, immediately praising her, "Well said. Well done—that''s the attitude of


    someone who works with heart!" Content of Draм??ovels


    Monique lit up as if energized. "So, how could I find such work tedious?"


    She was countering my point.