"Now that everyone is ready, our family art creation competition officially begins!" Shen Qiqi's crisp voice echoed in the room, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. Lu Qing looked at her actively organizing the event, his eyes full of love and pride.

Lu Qing's eyes followed Shen Qiqi closely. She was like a dazzling little sun, and wherever she went, the place was full of vitality.

Looking at her busy figure, Lu Qing's heart was filled with a soft emotion, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and love was about to overflow from his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and the air seemed to be filled with the scent of happiness, and a warm atmosphere quietly flowed between the two of them.

Looking at the tacit interaction between them, the eldest uncle's wife and Old Mrs. Lu also smiled knowingly. The insecurity and hesitation in their hearts seemed to be washed away by this warm atmosphere.

"Well, I have a bold idea!" Lu Qing's son, the little guy suddenly raised his hand and said something shocking.

His face was full of seriousness, as if he was announcing some important decision, "I don't want to be a contestant, I want to be a judge!"

"Puff——" Shen Qiqi almost spit out a mouthful of blood. This little guy really made her suffer!

This unexpected operation stunned everyone present.

Old Mrs. Lu and her uncle's wife looked at each other, their faces full of curiosity.

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at his son with interest. This little guy is really better than his father and can always come up with something new.

"Hey, little guy, you still want to be a judge?" Shen Qiqi was amused by him. This little guy was quite good at adding drama to himself.

"Tell me, what's your reason for being a judge? Don't be lazy and don't draw." She asked in a deliberately funny tone, but her eyes were full of anticipation.

"Hmph! I'm not being lazy!" Lu Qing's son pouted in dissatisfaction, his brows tightly furrowed, like a little adult.

"I think I'm the one in the family who understands art the most! I have the best taste! If I were a judge, I would definitely be able to choose the best painting!" The little guy puffed out his chest, as proud as a little rooster.

"Hahahaha!" Shen Qiqi was amused by him. This little guy is really a little drama queen.

Still, the idea is interesting.

Looking at the little guy's serious expression, she felt that this family art creation competition seemed to have become more interesting.

"Okay, since you are so confident, I will give you a chance to be our special judge!" Shen Qiqi said with a smile, "However, being a judge is very hard work. You must judge everyone's paintings carefully and not show favoritism or cheat!" She deliberately warned in a serious tone, but her eyes were full of teasing.

After hearing this, the little guy immediately jumped up excitedly, his little face flushed like a ripe apple.

"I promise to complete the task! I will be a fair judge!" he said confidently, looking so adorable.

At this moment, Mrs. Lu suddenly put down her paintbrush and slowly walked to the corner of the room. Then, she did something that no one expected...

Old Mrs. Lu tremblingly carried out a large dusty box. The box looked quite old, and the wooden boards were faded and cracked.

Everyone gathered around curiously, and even the young judge temporarily put aside his "official authority" and looked like a curious baby.

"This is..." asked the uncle's wife doubtfully, her eyes full of curiosity.

Old Mrs. Lu smiled mysteriously, patted the box, and said with a hint of pride: "This is my 'treasure' from my youth!"

She opened the box carefully, and a faint smell of mothballs wafted out.

The box was filled with various fabrics, silk threads, embroidery needles, etc., which were colorful and dazzling.

"Wow! Grandma, were you a tailor before?" Lu Qing's son asked curiously, with excitement shining in his little eyes.

Mrs. Lu shook her head, a trace of nostalgia on her face: "I'm not a tailor, I'm an embroiderer! These are the tools I used to embroider."

"Embroiderer?" Shen Qiqi also became interested. She knew that in the 1970s, embroiderer was a skilled craft, and those who could embroider well were even more respected.

"Old lady, you can also embroider! This is amazing!"

Mrs. Lu felt a little embarrassed by the compliment, and a blush appeared on her face: "It happened so many years ago, and my skills are not so good now."

"That's better than us!" said the eldest uncle's wife with envy, "I can't even hold a needle and thread steadily."

"That's right!" Lu Qing also echoed, "Mom, this is a hidden skill of yours! You have to show it off!"

Old Mrs. Lu was moved by what everyone said. She picked up an embroidery needle, threaded the needle skillfully, and then began to embroider on a piece of red cloth.

Although the movements are a bit slow, the technique is still skillful, and every stitch is full of charm.

"Wow! Grandma is so awesome!" Lu Qing's son clapped his hands and cheered, his little face full of admiration.

Everyone was impressed by Mrs. Lu's skills and gathered around to watch.

Even Shen Qiqi was fascinated by it. She didn't expect that Mrs. Lu had such a unique skill.

As time went by, a lifelike peony gradually blossomed under the skillful hands of Mrs. Lu.

The petals are layered and colorful, as if emitting bursts of fragrance.

"So beautiful!" Shen Qiqi exclaimed sincerely.

"Grandma, your craftsmanship is amazing!" The uncle and his wife couldn't help but praise her.

"Hehe, it's just a trifle. Sorry to show you my ugly trick." Mrs. Lu spoke modestly, but the smile on her face couldn't hide her inner pride.

With the participation of Mrs. Lu, the atmosphere of the family art creation competition became more lively.

Everyone brought out their own unique skills and created works with their own characteristics.

Although my uncle's wife has no artistic talent, she cut out a family portrait with colored paper. Although simple, it is full of warmth.

Lu Qing carved a little rabbit out of wood. Although the shape was a bit rough, it was full of childlike fun.

Lu Qing's son drew a picture of dinosaurs fighting aliens, which was full of imagination.

Shen Qiqi looked at everyone's work, feeling very pleased.

She discovered that everyone has their own shining points and everyone can create their own art.

This family art creation competition not only enhances the family's artistic atmosphere, but more importantly, it brings family members closer together and brings them closer to each other.

Looking at the lively scene at home, Shen Qiqi suddenly had a new idea in her mind: since the artistic atmosphere at home is so strong, why not share this joy with the neighbors?

"Brother Qing..." Shen Qiqi whispered mysteriously into Lu Qing's ear.