Xiao Yu Feng’s eye twitched as he saw the familiar black card.
“I’m sorry, we only accept cash here.”
The young lady, looking a bit vexed, fumbled through her shoulder bag and pulled out more than ten red and green bills.
With a pained expression, she handed the money to Xiao Yu Feng, “This is all the cash I have. Draw as much as you can with this.”
— Am I the clown here?
— I thought the young lady might be rich, but I didn’t expect her to be this rich.
— Sugar mommy, hungry, feed me.
— Wow, this is a huge windfall! With this young lady around, we won’t have to worry about travel expenses anymore.
Xiao Yu Feng’s eye continued to twitch. If all this money were to be drawn, wouldn't that be trying to death Sheng Sheng?
He pulled out a red Mao Zedong bill from the stack of cash, “I’ll draw 100 yuan worth for you first.”
The young lady didn’t force the rest of the money on him. Instead, she put the remaining bills back into her bag and shifted her gaze from Xiao Yu Feng to Jian Sheng.
“I have no specific requests. Any painting will do.”
Xiao Yu Feng: “…Okay.”
— I’ve figured it out. This rich young lady isn’t here to buy paintings at all! She just wants an excuse to look at Xiao Yu and Sheng Sheng for a while longer!
— Hiss! In that case, this 100 yuan isn’t a loss at all, it’s a massive gain!
— They could have directly charged admission as a small attraction, but they’re giving away so many paintings. He’s truly amazing, I’m touched to tears!
Receiving the customer’s request, Jian Sheng picked up her brush again, pondering what to paint.
There were eleven paintings in total; she needed to think carefully.
Watching the young girl fall into thought with her brush, the young lady, after a few seconds, finally realized something was amiss and looked at Xiao Yu Feng in confusion.
“Aren’t you going to start painting yet?”
Xiao Yu Feng bluntly pointed at the little girl sitting cross-legged on the ground, “She’s painting, not me.”
Three seconds later, the young lady, who had finally processed Xiao Yu Feng’s words, slowly opened her mouth.
Three minutes later, the young lady watched as the girl sat cross-legged on the ground, a brush in her hand, on the Xuan paper.
With strokes of varying thickness, connected or dotted, freely painting the artistic conception of landscapes, the young lady’s mouth had completely formed an ‘o’ shape.
Unlike the first cabbage, Jian Sheng had also taken out the small box containing different brushes this time.
Several brushes were placed on the small mountain-shaped brush holder, she held a few in her left hand, was painting with one in her right, and had another in her mouth.
Xiao Yu Feng was startled by the setup and scurried over to ask Jian Sheng if she needed help holding the brushes.
He was then dismissively shooed away by Jian Sheng to get another dish of clean water.
The camera clearly captured the entire painting process of Jian Sheng. Watching the little girl’s skilled use of the brush, the viewers watching the livestream were no different from the young lady present.
Jian Sheng had said a few minutes per painting, but by this time, she had spent over an hour and hadn’t even finished half of them.
However, neither the young lady, whose gaze had shifted from Jian Sheng’s face to the paintings in her hands, nor the numerous viewers in the livestream felt any impatience.
The cameraman had moved from a distance to up close, the lens focused on the little girl’s profile and the landscape paintings on the ground.
They were classic freehand brushwork landscapes, each one different from the rest.
There were towering and perilous mountains, overlapping distant peaks, sandbars sloping into the river, houses built along the riverbank, an old man fishing alone in the river, and willows swaying along the bank…
When the last painting was finally finished, Jian Sheng tossed the brush onto the ground and, disregarding all decorum, lay down on the ground behind her.
It was still late summer, and the ground was slightly warm from the morning sun. No one worried about the little girl catching a chill lying on the ground like this.
Xiao Yu Feng had considered pulling Jian Sheng up, but upon seeing the aggrieved look in her big eyes, he could only give a dry laugh and quietly retreat.
The young lady, who had not dared to make a sound during the girl’s painting process for fear of disturbing her, suddenly exclaimed as she looked at the scattered ink paintings drying on the ground.
Hearing the sound, Xiao Yu Feng quickly walked over.
Upon seeing it, he was completely stunned.
For ease of transport and to suit the little girl’s size, Cheng Yong Tai had prepared small sheets of Xuan paper, eight-cut from a four-foot folio, for Jian Sheng.
A total of ten ink paintings were now laid out by the young lady on the ground, five on top and five below, pieced together.
And after being pieced together, these seemingly independent paintings had formed a complete, contiguous landscape painting.
— Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This has shocked me for the entire year!
— You can play it like this? Sheng Sheng didn’t even look at the previously completed paintings when she was drawing. How did she manage to connect them perfectly without looking?
— I’m sorry, I thought that cabbage was the peak. Turns out it wasn’t even an appetizer!
— Those who said Sheng Sheng’s paintings weren’t worth much earlier, I just want to get up and slap myself now. Even ten yuan for a single one of these would be completely worth it!
— It’s a shame these paintings are pieced together individually. If it were one complete piece, it would probably be worth more.
— But regardless, buying these paintings for a hundred yuan is a massive bargain!
— I feel like Sheng Sheng didn’t plan to piece them together. It’s entirely because the young lady was so generous, and Sheng Sheng felt a bit awkward, that she painted them with such a high degree of completion.
— Yes, the sugar mommy young lady said she could paint whatever she wanted. Darling could have just painted ten simple pictures like the cabbage, it would have been much easier than this.
— I feel bad for my darling. My baby is working too hard, and this mama’s heart aches.
After lying on the ground for a while, the ink on the paintings had also dried.
“We’ll be closing for today. We have to leave now.”
Xiao Yu Feng calmly handed the paintings, along with the big cabbage that served as a complimentary gift, to the young lady.
The anticipated embarrassment of disappointing the young lady didn’t materialize; he felt surprisingly calm.
The young lady opened her mouth, then finally took all the cash from her shoulder bag and stuffed it directly into Xiao Yu Feng’s arms.
“Although I don’t understand art much, I can tell these paintings are definitely worth more than this price.”
“Moreover, with darling being so amazing, their prices will surely skyrocket once she becomes famous.”
“This is all the cash I have on me. I’ll take good care of the paintings. If darling’s paintings become more valuable in the future, I’ll definitely compensate you!”
Xiao Yu Feng looked at the cash in his arms and then at the young lady with a complex expression.
As if afraid he would return the money, the young lady quickly clutched the paintings and took several steps back, as if she had seen a flood or a fierce beast.
Xiao Yu Feng then looked at Jian Sheng, who was sprawled on the ground, seemingly turned into a puddle.
Jian Sheng weakly gestured for him to come over, then took the money in his hands and held it to her chest.
Seeing the fruits of her labor, she finally regained some strength.
Xiao Yu Feng asked in surprise, “You’re going to accept this money?”
Jian Sheng looked even more surprised than him, “It’s the result of my own labor, why wouldn’t I accept it?”