Dog Shit?
Trash?
Old Mrs. Cen tried her best to calm herself down, “You can pick out a bone from an egg. If everyone is like you and looks at your work with a magnifying glass, then there is almost no flawless painting in this world.”
Ye Zao never felt that her painting skills were very good.
She was only painting to calm her heart and regulate her emotions.
Ye Zao could not stand still when he was suddenly praised by Old Mrs. Cen.
He remembered that when he was in the other world, someone had once criticized her painting for being a dog instead of a tiger.
From then on, she never said that she could paint anymore.
After all, compared to the big boss, she was just a piece of trash.
Ye Zhuo looked at Old Mrs. Cen and continued, “Grandma, are you kidding me?”
In Old Mrs. Cen’s eyes, Ye Zhuo’s painting was simply a masterpiece.
It was the kind that could shock the Chinese art world.