The Ace Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl

Fortunately, ever since that incident, Mianmian has been accustomed to carrying her masterpieces with her.

Now, this painting is inside the little bunny backpack on her back.

Eager to prove her ability, she promptly asked Senior Brother Qiao to take the painting out of her backpack.

“Senior Brother, hurry up, or else they’ll run away again.”

The scholar laughed, “Don’t worry, I won’t run away. Today, I’m going to witness your artwork properly. There are so many people here, don’t let yourself be biased just because she’s a child and go along with her.”

The others couldn’t help but frown. While they wouldn’t humor the child, they also wouldn’t hold a grudge against a child clearly not yet three years old.

Senior Brother Yan and Senior Brother Qiao exchanged glances, just as they were about to say something, Mianmian spoke up, “I don’t need to be humored.”

They really underestimated her. She always comforted herself.

After saying that, she urged Senior Brother Qiao, “Is it out yet?”

“It’s out. Is this the one?” Senior Brother Qiao asked.

Mianmian nodded vigorously, “That’s it. Show them my awesomeness.”

Though the situation was somewhat tense, Senior Brother Qiao couldn’t help but be amused by Mianmian’s words.

He held the painting, intending to elevate the meaning of the artwork, regardless of what was painted, not giving that scholar a chance to speak.

Thinking this, Senior Brother Qiao stood straight and unfolded the painting he held.

At this point, many people had already gathered at the lake center, drawn by the commotion to watch.

Shu Yu observed from afar on the second floor, unable to hear what they were saying, but sensing something was off.

“Let’s go, go down and take a look.”

Just as Shu Yu headed downstairs, the painting at the lake center was already unfurled.

Everyone craned their necks to look, and the next moment, their eyes widened in shock.

This painting… was far too grand.

“Did this child really paint this?”

“Impossible, a prodigy couldn’t produce such a masterpiece.”

The scholar examined the painting again and again, feeling deceived.

He lowered his head, coldly smiling at Mianmian, “Is this really your painting?”

Mianmian proudly raised her head, “Of course.” After all, it was taken out from her backpack.

Senior Brother Qiao and Senior Brother Yan exchanged glances, their expressions showing complexity.

They certainly knew Mianmian’s ability; this painting clearly wasn’t hers. It was most likely the work of the Mountain Master, only it lacked a signature and seal.

Although they loved Mianmian, they couldn’t lie with open eyes, pretending someone else’s artwork as hers.

Otherwise, if this spread out, it would damage the reputations of both Mianmian and the Mountain Master.

So, Senior Brother Qiao crouched down with the painting, allowing Mianmian to see the content, and softly asked again, “Mianmian, is this painting yours?”

“Well…” Just as Mianmian was about to nod confidently, she caught sight of the painting’s content and exclaimed, “No, no, Senior Brother Qiao, you took the wrong one, this is Dad’s.”

Upon hearing this, the scholar burst into laughter, “I said, how could a three-year-old child have such skills.”

Senior Brother Qiao exhaled a long breath.

“It’s Senior Brother’s mistake, I took it out without looking. Let Senior Brother take it again.”

“Hmm.” Mianmian turned her back, allowing him to take another painting from her backpack.

This time, after Mianmian checked to make sure everything was alright, Senior Brother Qiao finally stood up.