Chapter 81 What kind of magic is this
Mo Huaer's mouth shaped into an O shape in surprise, and she was in disbelief as if she had seen magic.
[This is truly amazing. How many other abilities does she have that we don't know about? ]
[This must be the legendary goddess, why does the magic only work on other people's mothers? ]
[I got goosebumps watching this]
[Oh my god, can someone tell me if this is true? Did the production crew switch the footage?]
The audience also went crazy, with one fan even offering a whopping price of 20,000 yuan to buy the painting.
Mo Huaer screamed, and Mo Jianing, who came over after hearing the noise, also screamed. Xiang Nuan covered her ears, looked at the two "crazy" people, and shouted loudly: "I can leave this painting here as a sign."
The two finally stopped shouting and hugged Xiang Nuan from the left and right.
"You stay too!"
"No, I have my own job."
"Then leave this painting behind, seriously?!"
"Sure, 50 yuan,"
The four hands that were hugging her suddenly loosened. Mo Huaer blinked her eyes and thought again and again, then patted her sister's thigh and said, "Okay, but you have to teach me how to draw."
Xiang Nuan rolled up the 50 yuan he had received and stuffed it into his sleeve, then he put his arm around Mo Huaer's head and whispered in her ear for a long time.
Mo Huaer sometimes covered her mouth and laughed, sometimes opened her mouth wide, and sometimes grinned, and finally nodded doubtfully.
"This is a secret, you can't tell it to anyone else."
Xiang Nuan's serious look made Mo Huaer laugh even harder.
At this time, a young man came over on his own initiative. It turned out that his girlfriend went to the souvenir shop, and he happened to see this place when he was bored.
"Is it a comic?" he asked curiously.
"It's an abstract painting." Mo Huaer answered seriously, "Here, look, it's this kind."
"Hey, that's interesting." He sat down as he looked at Xiang Nuan's art painting. "Just copy this and make me a picture."
Mo Huaer opened her eyes wide with excitement. Great! She had just learned the secret and a customer came to visit. It was so cool! She was so excited that she was about to start writing when she heard the man hurriedly shouting to stop.
"Stop, stop, stop. You? Are you drawing, kid?" The man looked at Mo Huaer in disbelief.
Mo Huaer's speed of movement is no exaggeration. While she was asking this question, she had already completed the first version of the line drawing.
It was exactly the same as Xiang Nuan's first draft, with the tangled lines making people dizzy. Mo Huaer looked back at Xiang Nuan and began to speak with confidence.
My god, the man stood up immediately. This is to do something, it turns out that he fell into the trap of skipping rope.
"I think it's better to forget it. You are a child prodigy, and I am not worthy of you." The man tried to run away but still tried to be humorous. At this time, Mo Jianing suddenly appeared and blocked his way.
"Just ten minutes, little brother. Give my sister a chance, and give yourself a chance, too."
"What are you doing? This is Pansi Cave?!"
The young man's voice made everyone laugh. It's not the Silkworm Cave, it's just a bunch of lines, and there are a bunch of beauties. It's better to save your life.
Seeing that he couldn't keep her, Mo Jianing sang his famous song in desperation.
"You are the onion and I am the garlic..."
"Big sister, if you don't let me go, my girlfriend will see me and cook me with some onions and garlic."
Mo Jianing couldn't help laughing, and turned back to urge Mo Huaer: "Are you done? I can't keep you here!"
Mo Huaer wrote with divine power - the painting became even more chaotic. If Xiang Nuan hadn't added the finishing touches, the man would have fled in a moment.
"I'm really not Tang Monk - oh my god, I can really draw it!"
Although the painting was a bit messy, its charm was absolutely accurate and it immediately caught the young man's eye. He couldn't believe his eyes and couldn't help showing off to passers-by: "Oh my God, look, look, this is a bunch of lines performing magic!"
"Baby, come here quickly, run a few steps!" He even pulled his girlfriend over, wanting to take another photo of the two of them.
"Um..." Mo Huaer looked at the two excited people, then looked at her equally excited sister, and she stretched out her hand: "Can you pay first? The two painters in front ran away."
The young man was stunned and directly paid a hundred-dollar bill.
"Are you relieved? Come on."
Xiang Nuan watched Mo Huaer pick up the brush and take a deep breath, and she smiled warmly. She left quietly while everyone was concentrating on the painting.
She started walking and strolling again, and soon arrived at the designated meeting point.
With the cool room temperature and sweet fruits, Xiang Nuan slumped down in the chair, feeling as if she was on vacation at the beach.
"Well, should we go check on Ran Ran? I don't know if he has learned how to stand on the ball pile in half a day."
Seeing Xiang Nuan lying flat, Xiaojun couldn't hold back any longer. He knew without thinking how many venomous comments were about to be made. He urged Xiaoya to persuade Xiang Nuan, but Xiaoya rolled her eyes at him.
Mrs. Jiang is not hyping but manipulating. Director Zhang has long said that third-rate guests hype comments, while first-rate guests manipulate public opinion. Bah, bah, bah, it is to guide, to guide public opinion. They not only know how to cater to the market, but also know how to create topics. Mrs. Jiang is the best among them.
But Xiaojun was so concerned that he couldn't help but beat the drum.
"My son works two jobs, so his mom will be able to take the center position later, right?"
"No, everyone's position is determined by how well they complete their work. Helping others is adding points to them."
Director Zhang was terrified when he said this, but the rules were like this, and he couldn't cheat during the live broadcast. Fortunately, Xiang Nuan was just joking. If she really took it seriously, he would have lost a lot of brain cells.
"Oh, I thought I was the first one to complete the task, but it turns out that Mrs. Jiang has been here for a long time."
Xiang Nuan knew who was coming without even looking up.
"Tsk tsk, when it comes to housework, Mrs. Jiang is the best at it. We who usually rely on nannies really can't compare to her."
Xiang Nuan smiled faintly. These two sentences sounded like Chen Sumei's. After being in cahoots for so long, even the smell became the same. However, it was really embarrassing to hear these words coming from Liu Yunshan's mouth.
"Mrs. Jiang, can you please share your experience with us? How can we be as capable as you?"
"Just marry a good husband."
Xiang Nuan put a piece of honeydew melon into her mouth and looked at Liu Yunshan with her smiling eyes.
I should just ignore you, but you are taking advantage of me.
Liu Yunshan's face changed, but then she burst into laughter. As for Lun Daoxing, she was much stronger than Shen Sumei, so how could she be blocked by just one sentence?
"Oh, everyone says that our Yunhui is the most caring person, how come he still lets his wife do the work herself every day?"
"You'll understand when you have a husband. How can you understand me when your mind is on someone else's husband?"
No one could hold back their anger, and Liu Yunshan immediately frowned. But she was not angry at Xiang Nuan, but fell into deep regret.
"People like us may seem to be in a good position, but behind the scenes we are carrying so much accusation and suspicion. We dare not make friends for fear of rumors, and we dare not express our sincerity for fear of being framed. It's rare to have one or two people who share the same suffering, but we are still misunderstood and suspected..."
She spoke earnestly, and Xiang Nuan's brows were knitted tightly. She looked at Director Zhang "with deep emotion"——
"Who gave her this crappy script? The plot is so cliché! I give this a bad review!"
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