"This is… so exquisite," Xiang Yang and Shi Xiu marveled as they crowded around the painting, not even daring to stretch out their hands to touch it.
Fang Xi knew about the painting beforehand. She smiled and sighed, "From sketch to embroidery, it took Yun Nan three years to complete this painting; she put her heart into every pencil stroke and stitch."
Yun Nan smiled and hung the painting on the wall in the middle of the restaurant hall. Looking at it, she said, "This is the only thing I can do for them. They didn't even have a decent photo together when they were alive."
Shi Nian and Ye Kun walked around the restaurant. It used to be a small noodle shop. There were only six tables, and all the supplies and equipment were arranged neatly. Only there was a lot of dust.
Two female neighbors came over and greeted them in surprise, "Yun Nan, you're back! We just heard that several people had come and were wondering if it was you."
