Ruan Qin looked at the few young people present.

He stared intently at Shen Jinmo and the female companion he had brought.

"I used to teach Yan'er and Mo'er to paint. So many years have passed, they probably forgot their roots. Today, I'll be your teacher again. I'll paint a picture on the beach, and you can all try to paint it too."

“Okay.” Shen Jinmo agreed to Ruan Qin’s request on the spot.

Song Anran smiled and declined, saying, "Do I have to participate too? But I can't draw."

"It's okay, just join in the fun. As long as everyone has a good time today."

Ruan Qin pulled out a chair and had the servants smooth the sand with something. Then, holding a bamboo stick, she drew a lifelike cuckoo on the fine sand.

The bird's expression and feathers are incredibly lifelike.

Lu Zhiwei clapped her hands in admiration: "Auntie, you're still got it!"

“Come on, the one who draws the worst will have to accept a punishment,” Ruan Qin said.

So Lu Zhiwei, Ruan Jizhou, Shen Jinmo, and Song Anran all grabbed a bamboo stick and bent down to draw on the beach.

A quarter of an hour.

Lu Zhiwei finished first, followed by Ruan Jizhou and Shen Jinmo.

At a glance, Lu Zhiwei's painting skills were the most exquisite and ingenious, almost to the point of being lifelike, and the elders present all praised her.

Ruan Jizhou and Shen Jinmo's painting skills were similar, evenly matched, and both were completed perfectly.

This was the first time Lu Zhiwei had witnessed the two men's painting skills, and she was surprised to find that their work was just as good as that of a professional painter.

As expected of Ruan Qin's students, not one of them is lacking in talent.

It was Song Anran's turn, the last one.

She held the bamboo stick, hesitating to write.