This kind of situation cannot be drawn without serious study.

Li Mai finally understood what he had been doing all this time in secret.

"You became Mr. Yang's apprentice?" Li Mai asked.

Zhou Quan finished the last stroke, chuckled, and nodded. "Hmm, I see you like his paintings, so I wanted to learn from him. Madam, do you like my painting of you?"

"Yes, it's very well drawn, with some of Mr. Yang's style. You could consider it a hobby," Li Mai sincerely praised.

She can draw clothes and jewelry, but she can't draw people. It's not that she can't, but the people she draws all look the same. She can't copy; she can't draw anyone and make them look like them.

I never expected him to have this talent. It's good that he's cultivating some hobbies; it can be good for his character.

To express her appreciation for his painting, Li Mai solemnly asked him to inscribe his name on it, and she wanted Mr. Yang to help frame it.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Quan was indeed encouraged and decided to study hard to paint wheat even better.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Xu Changhuan held a lively celebration for his son Fubao's first birthday celebration.

Fu Bao grabbed a small sword, and everyone laughed, saying that he was going to follow in his father's footsteps.

On the ninth day of the second lunar month, it was Yingbao's first birthday celebration. The little one picked up a book, and people said that this child would definitely grow up to be a talented woman.

February 22nd is the second birthday of Yanbao and Yubao, but the two babies are actually three years old this year, as they were recognized as one year old the year they were born.

Because last year's first birthday was celebrated on the road, this year Zhou Quan held a banquet at his residence, inviting some close relatives and friends, with a total of five tables.