One Child, Two Babies: The President's Nightly Delight

Hearing Ruan Bai's laughter, Lin Ning's face became ugly, did he say something wrong?

Since entering the Lin family, he has received a first-level education in aristocratic schools, and he has also studied abroad for two years.

She didn't believe that Ruan Bai, a country bumpkin, knew more about art appreciation than herself!

Lin Ning herself doesn't like art very much, and she never was interested in it when she was a child, but her mother, Zhou Qing, loves art very much. In order to cater to her mother's preferences, she forced herself to read some western art history.

But whenever she just turned the pages of the book and saw the boring theoretical knowledge and the achievements of famous artists, she felt drowsy. Later, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she simply gave up and chose to please her mother from other things she was better at.

Lin Ning secretly glanced at Mu Shaoling.

The man's sitting posture is always very elegant, his posture is as tall and straight as a bamboo, he looks calm and indifferent, and he has a natural momentum without anger.

But when he served Ruan Bai with vegetables, his whole person changed.

The man's sharp eyebrows will become soft involuntarily, and even the corners of his tightly pursed lips will slightly raise a pampering arc.

That scene made Lin Ning's heart feel itchy and painful like being scratched by the sharp claws of a wild cat.

She lowered her eyes sadly.

Zhang Yali can't see Lin Ning being ignored by her son.

In fact, when she saw Lin Ning's confident appearance talking to the oil painting, she liked Lin Ning even more. She didn't know that Lin Ning was slapping his swollen face to pretend to be fat.

Zhang Yali picked up a scallop for Lin Ning, and praised Lin Ning again: "Ning Ning is worthy of drinking foreign ink, and his insight is higher than those of the country people who have never seen the world. He is worthy of being Secretary Lin's daughter! Like some women, their hair is long but their knowledge is short, let alone appreciating paintings, they probably can’t even tell the real ones from the fake ones. Dad, don’t you think so?”

Although Zhang Yali's words did not specify who some of the country women were, she clearly glanced at Ruan Bai from the corner of her contemptuous eyes, and Chi Guoguo's contempt was self-evident.

Old Master Mu's majestic face turned dark, he put down his chopsticks heavily, and frowned displeasedly: "Can those who don't understand shut up? You've lost all the face of the Mu family!"

Zhang Yali didn't know that when Mr. Mu was young, he was very passionate about Western art. He had studied in France for many years, and he chose to major in art. Later, he met Grandma Mu, and the two of them went back to China to start a business together, and it was only then that they abandoned what they had learned.

Although he hasn't touched art for many years, it doesn't mean that Mr. Mu doesn't understand.

Monet is one of his favorite Impressionist painters. He has collected many authentic works of Monet. As a result, Lin Ning pretends to understand and pretends to be understanding.

It turned out that Lin Ning, who he thought was brilliant and well-educated, was nothing but an artistic idiot.

Immediately, Mr. Mu's affection for Lin Ning was almost consumed by her own actions.

"Dad, did I say something wrong?" Seeing her father-in-law's complexion, Zhang Yali asked recklessly.

Ruan Bai calmly interrupted: "Auntie, Monet is not British, he is French. Also, he is a representative painter of impressionism, not realism."

Zhang Yali just wanted to be sarcastic, Ruan Bai, what kind of art do you country people know?

The eyes of Mr. Mu's presbyopic glasses flickered for a moment, and he asked with some surprise: "You girl still knows Western art? Then tell me, how about this oil painting by Monet? Can you see that he is Painting in the morning, or in the evening?"

Master Mu's crutches were raised high, pointing directly at the picture of water lilies hanging above his wall.

Lin Ning's eyes widened, staring at every detail for a moment, trying to tell when the painting was made.

But helplessly, she still couldn't tell when the artist made the painting, because the light in the oil painting was too inconspicuous, and she couldn't see the sunrise or stars at all. How can people judge?

Lin Ning watched coldly, waiting for Ruan Bai to make a fool of himself!

Under the dining table, Mu Shaoling squeezed Ruan Bai's hand, signaling her not to be nervous.

Ruan Bai patted the back of his hand a few times, and smiled at him knowingly, with confidence in his brows and eyes.

After careful observation, Ruan Bai expressed his opinion: "Grandpa Mu, although this painting of water lilies is not very obvious in the morning light, it can be seen from the dewdrops rolling on the lotus leaves. Also, this oil painting The water in the distance is light blue, and under the sunlight, some of the water is golden, while the water under the blooming water lilies is green, and it almost blends with the leaves. Scenery, this is the most authentic response of nature."

It was the first time that Mr. Mu looked straight at this Ruan Bai, who looked cute and pleasant, and suddenly felt that she was much more pleasing to the eye than that Lin Ning.

Talking to Ruan Bai again, his tone became much more amiable: "I didn't expect you, girl, to be so talented. Let me ask you again, what are the schools of Western oil painting, and who are the representative figures? What are the masterpieces of those masters? "

Ruan Bai not only gave accurate answers one by one, but even told some interesting legend stories of several masters in the middle.

The natural narration, as well as Ruan Bai's humorous conversation and behavior, made Mr. Mu laugh heartily.

In the huge restaurant, he could hear his angry applause from time to time.

Both Lin Ning and Zhang Yali's faces turned green. Why didn't things develop in the direction they expected?

This dinner successfully changed Mr. Mu's impression of Ruan Bai, but his good impression of Lin Ning was no longer the same as before.

...

When Lin Ning returned to Lin's house, it was already very late.

Zhou Qing was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a book "Introduction to World History and Art" and carefully flipping through it.

Her shadow was drawn very long by the light, with an indescribable charm and beauty of the quiet years.

At that moment, Lin Ning's face was distorted and jealous.

Zhou Qing and Ruan Bai are worthy of being mother and daughter, and they are both so obsessed with art, which made Lin Ning calm down a little bit of irritability, and it soared again in an instant.

She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

Immediately, she walked towards Zhou Qing with a pitiful expression, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Seeing Lin Ning coming back, Zhou Qing put down the book in her hand, and said lovingly, "Has Ning Ning eaten dinner? Would you like your mother to make you some supper?"

"No need for mom, I ate at Mu's house..." Lin Ning shook his head and sat down on the sofa in a daze.

Her bloodless little mouth was tightly pursed, and her brows were slightly furrowed.

Zhou Qing has raised Lin Ning for so many years, so she naturally knows that her daughter looks like this, she must be in a bad mood.

Recalling that her daughter just came back from Mu's house, Zhou Qing's expression turned cold: "Ning Ning, tell mom the truth, have you been wronged at Mu's house?"