Su Yanyan's cheeks blushed slightly, and she took another glance at the Mini Array Spirit depicted on the paper. It was indeed vivid and lifelike, stirring her heart greatly.
"Is the painting done?"
The Mini Array Spirit also leaned in to look, and upon seeing her image in the painting, she exclaimed and tilted her exquisitely beautiful face upward, her eyes shimmering with excitement, "Husband, you have painted your consort so beautifully."
"Well, well, you've painted them, and I slaved away making fish soup for you—is it possible you've forgotten about me?"
At this moment, from the kitchen emerged He Yingyu's dignified and adept figure. Dressed with an apron, her hair elegantly coiffed in a high bun, she exuded a noble charm tinged with the elegance and intelligence of a virtuous lady, her face wearing a playfully reproachful look.
