Who says real and fake daughters can’t be sisters?

Although Yuanluo knew that her painting was not satisfactory, she still tried her best to paint for the girl in front of her.

After nearly an hour, Yuanluo finished the first portrait. She looked at the girl and said hesitantly, "Forget it. I think it's a bit unfair to earn a hundred dollars from you for a portrait like this."

The girl stood up and took a look at the portrait painted by Yuanluo, then looked at Yuanluo who was sitting there with an honest look and looking at her awkwardly.

Then, the girl looked up and shouted, "Really, this painting has the right flavor. She is a iris."

After she finished shouting, the girl snatched the painting that Yuanluo had drawn, stuffed a hundred yuan into Yuanluo's hand, and then, as if she was afraid that Yuanluo would try to snatch it back, she quickly moved away from her by more than ten meters.

The girl ran away, and Yuanluo stared blankly at the money that was forced into her hands, feeling quite confused.

To be honest, it's hard to describe the painter. To put it bluntly, if someone dared to paint her like that, not only would she not give them money, she might even sue them for fraud.

But Yuanluo didn't have too much time to be in a daze, as there were more than a dozen people who were obviously her fans on Douyin and Kuaishou, who came to see her specially.

"Are you really an iris? You don't look like someone who can draw that kind of picture." said a girl with a bun on her hair who looked adorable.

"How presumptuous of you! It's ok for you to laugh at me online, but why do you hurt me in person?" Yuanluo was autistic. How could someone come all the way here just to hurt her in person?

The girl also felt that what she said might be a little inappropriate, so she quickly explained, "No, no, no, I mean you are much prettier than your painting. No, that's not right, it's your painting that's not as pretty as you."

Yuan Luo clasped her hands together and said to the girl in front of her, "Don't explain, really. I beg you."

[You actually went behind my back to tease Yizhi Yuanluo in person. Is that ok? I'm asking you, is that ok? ]

[A young female painter was questioned about her painting skills on the street. Is this a sign of moral decline or a distortion of human nature? Oh, it's because her paintings are too bad, that's fine.]

[A group of people gathered to tease a iris. Where is the morality, where is the bottom line, where is the address? ]

[What kind of treasure blogger is this? It’s okay that he’s so good-looking, but even his painting is so bad. ]

When Su Yijun came back with a new guest, she saw a group of people surrounding Yuan Luo and asking her questions. Si Ran was sitting next to them, grinning with his teeth bared.

"Yuanluo, are these all the guests you brought back?"

Yuanluo didn't know how to explain this group of people. She said they were her fans, but it seemed that they came mostly to laugh at her in person. She said they were not her fans, but they did come for her.

After thinking for a while, Yuanluo said, "I guess so."

Seeing that Su Yijun had brought back a customer who wanted a portrait, Yuanluo handed the thing to Si Ran. Si Ran took the book clip, communicated with the customer, and began to draw a portrait for the customer.

Yuanluo's fans also remembered what they did, and quickly said, "We want a portrait too, but you have to do it yourself, and we can pay you a hundred dollars."

Yuan Luo thought to herself: 'Crazy, this group of people are all crazy, why are they doing this, are they just trying to get their money ripped off?'

"We are just a bookcase. I can't draw now, so let's just chat. We are going to open an open-air music and barbecue food stall in the afternoon. If you are interested, you can come and have a look."

The girl with the bun-like hair turned the backpack on her back to the front, opened it, took out a drawing folder, and said, "You can use mine first. I have one."

Yuan Luo was silent for a while, then she opened her mouth to try to make a final struggle: "Do you really have to draw it?"

The group of girls gathered in front of him nodded in unison, looking very determined. Some of them even took out money, as if to say, as long as you draw it for me, it will be yours.

Since Yuanluo could do this, she of course chose to join them.

So, he resigned himself to taking the drawing board, picking up the pencils and drawing paper they had bought that morning, and sat there and started drawing.

I don't know whether he had completely let it go or decided to give up, but in any case, the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the drawing paper became faster and faster. At first, it took me more than an hour to finish a picture, but later, slowly, it only took me three hours to finish a picture.

The group of fans who gathered together looked at each other's portraits and found that there was not much difference between the one that took 30 minutes to draw and the one that took more than an hour to draw, so they felt balanced.

Seeing how lively it was here, Su Yijun simply decided not to look for customers. She just stayed here, chatting with the tourists who came over from time to time to watch the fun, and took the opportunity to promote their open-air music barbecue.

After Si Ran finished painting a portrait for the last customer and earned thirty yuan, she decided to quit. She painted three portraits well, but still earned less than her sister did. So why bother?

Therefore, Yuanluo inexplicably became the most tired person in the team. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to go home for lunch. Su Yijun went to a nearby store to buy her some bread and sausage to fill her stomach.

But at two o'clock, they had to go back, otherwise they would not be able to continue with the subsequent tasks. However, they looked disappointed as they saw that several fans who had arrived one after another had not yet finished drawing.

Yuan Luo didn't want to waste people's trip, so she said, "For the fans who are still here, please leave me your name, phone number and address. I will arrange for someone to prepare some small gifts for everyone. Thank you for coming all the way to see me, but we have other programs to arrange later. I am really sorry for everyone."

After saying that, Yuanluo signaled one of the staff members who were following her to come forward and write down the information of the girls. The staff member then handed the things to Yuanluo, and then the group left.

Back at Building A, Su Yijun and the others discovered that Wang Zhe and Cheng Bohui had also made a good harvest, having caught more than fifty fish, which were still alive and kicking in several large buckets in the kitchen.

"Teacher Cheng, Brother Wang Zhe, you are so amazing, how did you catch so many fish?" Si Ran was the first to exclaim in amazement.

Wang Zhe scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "It's not that I'm good. I met a few fans this morning who came to watch my show. One of the fans' boyfriend is really good at fishing. He taught me."

Cheng Bohui also nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.

Su Yijun said: “Having noble people to help is also a kind of ability. No matter what, the people in our Building A are very powerful today.”

Yuanluo was so tired that she didn't want to talk. She just stood aside with her eyes wide open, looking as if she was daydreaming.

Seeing Yuanluo like this, Su Yijun remembered that they hadn't eaten anything at noon, so she asked, "Is there any more food?"

When Wang Zhe and Cheng Bohui heard this, they also brought over the meal that was reserved for them at noon. Because they had caught a lot of fish today, fish would be the main ingredient for lunch.

The fish soup had been simmered on low heat for a long time and kept warm in the rice cooker. The moment it was served, the living room was filled with the delicious taste of the fish soup.

"You guys eat some fish first. I'll make you two scallion pancakes. The pancakes taste best when soaked in fish soup right out of the pan." After Cheng Bohui said this, he went to the kitchen to get busy.