The artist's foundation in painting is excellent; if you don't look carefully, you would almost believe this is a photo taken by a camera, which shows that their skills are extraordinary.
It was precisely for this reason that Pei Yibai bought the painting.
"Painted?" Mrs. Pei observed attentively, and after a good while, she realized that it indeed wasn't a photograph.
The chubby baby in the painting was both cute and adorable, almost melting her heart.
"How can there be such a beautiful child?" Mrs. Pei forgot to be angry, exclaiming in amazement as she pointed at the little figure in the painting.
It was simply the most miraculous treasure bestowed by heaven.
Pei Yibai laughed, grasped Mrs. Pei's shoulder, and helped her sit down, "Mom, it's just a painting, after all. In the future, your grandchildren will be even cuter and more beautiful than these two little ones."
Upon mentioning this, Mrs. Pei's face fell.
"You still have the nerve to speak to me about this?"
