How could a child raised in the boudoir know this? Furthermore, Ren Yaoying had never met her so-called "uncle." She only knew what she heard from others.

Ren Shimin barely suppressed his anger and said to Ren Yaoying calmly, "Didn't you want me to teach you how to draw?"

Ren Yaoying bit her lip, lowered her head and took out the scroll she had been holding in her hand, glanced at Ren Shimin, and spread out her heart on the desk.

Ren Shimin looked up, his expression softening slightly. He nodded in praise, saying, "You've made rapid progress indeed. I can tell you've put in a lot of hard work."

Ren Yaoqi also took a close look at it. Honestly, considering her age, it was truly remarkable that Ren Yaoying could produce such a painting. She knew that Aunt Fang was extremely strict with her children, and that Ren Yaoying had indeed put in a lot of effort over the past six months.

But with Ren Shimin's picky eyes...

Sure enough, he continued, "However, in addition to the brushwork, painting also requires special attention to composition. Yin and yang, front and back, vertical and horizontal, ups and downs, opening and closing, interlocking, embracing, hooking and supporting, transitioning, and reflecting each other—they must flow freely and smoothly, so as to avoid being elaborate but without rhythm. Your painting lacks this deftness of composition."

In fact, based on Ren Yaoqi's understanding of Ren Shimin, this was considered a very high evaluation, because given his personality, if he didn't like a painting, he would at most say "it's okay" and would never waste so much time on it.

But Ren Yaoying didn't know, so the smile on her face was a little stiff.

"Daddy often praises Fifth Sister for her good paintings. Why don't you help me see how to improve this painting?" Ren Yaoying suddenly looked at Ren Yaoqi with anticipation.

Ren Yaoqi remembered that Ren Yaoying had made the same request in her previous life, but she was too old to write at that time, and she disliked Ren Yaoying, so she immediately refused. Ren Yaoying didn't really want her help, so in the end, Ren Shimin took the initiative to help her make a few revisions.

But this time, Ren Yaoqi nodded and smiled openly, saying, "Since my sister learned to paint from me, it's only natural for me to help you revise it." He looked like he was willing to take on the responsibility.

A vein on Ren Yaoying's forehead jumped, and she felt very uncomfortable with Aunt Fang's previous praise of Ren Yaoqi.

Ren Shimin glanced at Ren Yaoqi with a smile, and with a look of obvious anticipation, he took the brush and ink from the right side room. She had been teaching her daughter, and he knew her abilities well. Ren Yaoqi's skills might be slightly better than Ren Yaoying's, but they were still limited.

While Ren Yaoqi was dissolving the ink, she tilted her head to look at the painting. After the ink was ground, she picked up the brush and added a few strokes to the snow scene. Finally, she added a pair of bamboo poles bent by the heavy snow.

Although it only takes a few strokes, one can feel the force of the bamboo that is ready to burst out after being bent, and the vigorous vitality immediately emerges from the picture.

Ren Yaoying's original paintings seem to have become the background, but the overall effect is extremely harmonious.

Ren Shimin's expression, which was originally about to laugh at his daughter's joke, immediately turned serious. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)