After dinner, the old lady originally wanted the two pregnant women to go back and rest first, but they insisted on staying and celebrating the New Year with everyone.

Because Murong Shu had just fainted in the afternoon, the old lady was very worried.

"Mom, I'm fine. I slept a lot in the afternoon and I'm full of energy now. You can't chase me away. I want to stay with you and wish you a long life."

Murong Shu took the old lady's arm and acted coquettishly. The old lady was very happy and couldn't help but sighed, "Daughters are still the best. They are caring little cotton-padded jackets."

Madam Wen Da and Madam Wen Er couldn't help laughing when they saw the three aggrieved men opposite them.

"Mom, we are also your little cotton-padded jackets." Wen Ye felt that he was also very considerate and had many advantages, so why couldn't his mother feel his thoughtfulness?

"Mother doesn't ask you to be considerate, and I don't have high expectations of you. Just be a considerate husband." Old Madam Wen said to her second son with a smile, and Wen Ye became even sadder.

"Mom, the way you say it makes me seem like I'm marrying into the wife's family." Wen Ye just said it casually, but the old lady actually answered him.

"If I wasn't afraid that your erratic personality would disturb your in-laws, I would be very happy for you to marry into their family." The serious tone of the old lady almost made Wen Ye cry. She couldn't stay in this house anymore.

Everyone else laughed when they heard this. Wen Ye looked at Madam Wen Er aggrievedly, but Madam Wen Er was only busy chatting and laughing with Murong Shu and the others and didn't even look at him.

Wen Ye did not give up and said to Wen Jing who was closest to him, "Third brother, look at mother, how can she still remember us sons?"

Wen Jing moved away from Wen Ye after hearing this and whispered to him, “Second brother, I think I’m still quite favored.”

Wen Ye looked at Wen Jing in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that his third brother would say that to him. At this moment, Wen Ye suspected that he was the least favored person in this family.

Seeing the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatting happily, Wen Ye felt even more aggrieved. When he returned to his room after the New Year's Eve, he would go to his wife to complain, because his wife understood him best in this family.

"Mom, today is a good day. Why don't we take a family portrait?" There is no camera here, but Murong Shu wants to record the beauty of this moment. It will be very meaningful when she recalls it many years later.

The old lady thought Murong Shu's suggestion was very good, and said with a smile, "Shu'er is the one with the idea. Let's paint now. Although we can't do anything else in our house, we still have people who can paint."

"Madam is right. I will go to the study and get the best writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone." When Prime Minister Wen heard that they were going to paint a family portrait, he decided to take out his treasured things.

"Father, it's dark and the road is slippery. Your son will go with you." When Wen Ye heard that the Prime Minister was going to take his treasure, he hurriedly followed him.

"Look at you, you are so old, but still so impulsive. You probably want to see your father's treasure." The one who understands Wen Ye best is the old lady.

The old lady's words made everyone laugh. Wen Jing defended his second brother, "It is indeed dark at this time. Second brother and father can go together and take care of each other."

Wen Jing's position in the old lady's heart was such that whatever he said was right. When the old lady heard what Wen Jing said, she immediately changed her tone and said, "Jing'er is right."

Upon hearing this, Murong Shu looked at Wen Jing, with smiles in their eyes.

"Mother, if my husband heard what you said, he would be so happy that he wouldn't be able to sleep." Mrs. Wen joked with a smile.

"Don't spoil him. If the housekeeper has a hard time doing the accounting, let him do it for you. I remember Ye'er is very good at it." The old lady was afraid that her second daughter-in-law would be tired, so she finally remembered one of Wen Ye's strengths.

"Mother, you should praise him in front of your second brother, so that he will definitely take care of all the accounts in the future." Madam Wen joked with a smile.

"That makes sense. How about mother wait until he comes and praise him again?" The old lady was also lively, and these words made everyone laugh out loud.

"Mother, please don't do that, otherwise no one will be able to sleep tonight." Mrs. Wen advised with a smile, obviously remembering the trouble Wen Ye had with her because of prenatal education.

After she reminded them, the others obviously remembered it, and the old lady herself denied her own praise first, "Mother didn't say anything just now, forget it all, let's draw a family portrait."

The old lady's expression was filled with fear and helplessness, and the servants couldn't help but laugh. The so-called prenatal education of the Second Master was the nightmare of everyone in the mansion, and they hadn't heard anything just now.

Prime Minister Wen and Wen Ye soon returned with the four treasures of the study. The Wen family, father and son, were all talented writers, so painting was naturally no problem for them.

"Father, eldest brother, third brother, the four of us will draw together. Everyone take a seat and let third brother draw first. He has a photographic memory and will not make mistakes when we take over later."

The father and his son all agreed with Wen Ye's proposal. Wen Jing not only had a photographic memory, but was also the best at drawing portraits. They quickly sat down, and the book boy helped to grind.

"Third brother, you draw his wife first, and mother will leave it to father to draw." Although Wen Ye is usually not welcomed, he still has to be relied on at critical moments.

"Yes, you draw Shu'er first, and each of you can draw your own wife. Don't fight over it." As the head of the family, Prime Minister Wen was determined to do so as soon as he opened his mouth.

Wen Jing took a look at everyone's position and posture, and began the first stroke of New Year's Eve for the person he loved most.

Because Wen Jing had a good memory, everyone stayed together for a while and then dispersed. Wen Jing began to paint seriously, and the pictures were all in his mind.

Wen Jing was very fast and soon a lifelike Murong Shu appeared on the paper. Murong Shu was very satisfied with herself. She thought her husband was really amazing. Murong Shu quietly gave Wen Jing a thumbs up, which made Wen Jing even happier.

After Wen Jing finished the painting, it was Wen Shoufu who took over. He had a good memory and finished painting his own wife very quickly. The old lady felt that she and Murong Shu were in harmony in the painting and was very satisfied.

Then Wen Zhi and Wen Ye were drawn in, along with Madam Wen Da and Madam Wen Er, and then the children.

Originally, several people were planning to paint each other, but Wen Ye suggested that the ladies paint them as well. Old Madam Wen was old, so she withdrew. Murong Shu felt that he would ruin the beauty of the entire painting, so he followed the old lady and ruined it.

Madam Wen Da and Madam Wen Er were both talented women, so they quickly finished painting their respective husbands, and Wen Zhi and Wen Ye were very satisfied.

Wen Jing helped his father to paint, and then casually painted himself in. Murong Shu was stunned, and hurried forward to take a look. The whole painting was extremely warm and harmonious, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Wen Jing was awesome.

The room was warm because of the charcoal fire. After the painting dried, Prime Minister Wen put it away personally. He planned to frame the painting in a few days and put it in the study. Thus, the first family portrait of the Wen family was born.

Everyone gathered together to celebrate the New Year, and did not return to their own courtyards until the second half of the night. Murong Shu was still very excited, and Wen Jing held her hand helplessly on the way back.

Hearing Murong Shu's cheerful voice along the way, Wen Jing felt that this moment was forever.