100: Chapter 100: Subdued by her painting

Chapter 100: Subdued by her painting

Chapter 100: Subdued by her painting2

– Subdued by her painting

As the painting was being unrolled and slowly became visible from right to left side, the smile thickened on Old Mrs. Chen’s face.

She smiled and told her group of old friends, “This is my birthday gift from my Keke. You will have to guess how much she paid for it.”

Chen Kexin’s heart skipped a beat again and couldn’t help but look over at Gu Shishi.

Her grandmother totally had a we-have-gotten-a-great-deal look on her!

But the painter was standing right here, watching!

While all sorts of thoughts were rushing through her head, the scroll has now been completely unrolled and laid out on the table that was wiped clean earlier.

“GASP….”

When they were only able to see a sliver of the painting, the few old ladies next to Old Mrs. Chen were merely nodding.

Now that it was unrolled completely, they gasped loudly!

“Ugh…” Old Mrs. Zhao, the one standing the closest, even leaned over for a better look.

She was casually appreciating it at first but now the look on her had altered completely!

In the painting, there were four kids of different sizes wearing belly bands and golden lockets. Some had little braids and others were bald…

Two of them carried a large mythical peach cheerfully. Cracking up with a big smile, a slightly taller kid was standing on top of a wooden stool. His chubby and lotus-like white arms reached out curiously and was about to pick a red peach from the tree.

The last kid was bowing, as though he was saying something congratulatory.

Every child has different expressions and movement, but all of them filled to the brim with celebratory cheerfulness!

Old Mrs. Zhao rubbed her eyes and said, “Am I seeing something? Why do I feel that this kid looks a little like my grandchild when he was a kid?”

“Eh? Zhao-jie, what a coincidence. I was just thinking the same thing!” said Old Mrs. Zhang next to her. “This one that’s climbing on the stool looks just like mine. He loved to climb trees when he was a kid. And this was the exact look that he’d have on him. Oh, my lord! He looked just like him!”

“My granddaughter as well. She smiled just like that when she used to ask me for a red packet! Hahaha!”

The few old ladies were all trying to talk over each other.

Everybody else all felt amazed and looked over to study it carefully.

The youngest third generation there, on the other hand, didn’t care much about this painting.

However, the slightly older parent generation individuals nodded in agreement.

All the grandmothers and grandfathers of the same age as Old Mrs. Zhao all looked more and more surprised as time went on!

“Right? I felt the same. They looked a lot like my grandkids when they were little.”

Old Mrs. Chen smiled so much her eyes turned into a slit.

The approval from her buddies really stroked her ego.

“The minute I saw the painting, it immediately reminded me of Keke’s first two years. She looked exactly like this and I had even put a belly band on her before!”

[Received Old Mrs. Chen’s, Old Mrs. Zhao’s, Old Mrs. Zhang’s…. fondness.]

[‘Approval of Others’ levelled up to LV3!]

Gu Shishi was listening attentively to others’ reactions.

The notification chime from the system came abruptly.

[“Four Sons Offering Up Mythical Peaches” received fondness from over 10 individuals from the prominent families.]

[The system will update to a newer version in 5 minutes.]

Gu Shishi lifted her eyebrows.

Another update?

She was in no hurry to read the system’s announcement. Contrarily, she focused her attention on the looks of the attendees.

Quickly, she noticed that most of those who were subdued by her painting belonged to the grandmother tribe.

Did that mean the “Living the Painting” effect has to do with the subject of her painting? Or that it has to do with her purpose and ideas while she was painting?

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