After a while.
Shouhao, stroking his chin, "It kind of looks like it… and kind of doesn't; I can't make anything out at all!"
Panghao, flicking through a notebook, imitated his old man's tone.
"The brushwork on this burger wrapper is delicate, coherent and carries a hint of rebellious casualness. Although this one bears some resemblance, it lacks a certain wild flavor," Panghao fancied himself quite the critic.
The first part of that statement was actually something he had overheard from his dad.
Shouhao slapped his thigh, "So then, you're saying, Lu Mian is the Guardian God of Wucheng?"
"Can't really say that..." Panghao shook his head, "Although Lu Mian eats burgers, we've never seen her paint, have we? We need evidence for this sort of thing!"
"That's easy!" Shouhao smiled slyly: "We'll just find a way to get Lu Mian to paint one herself, and that'll settle it!"
