Genshin Impact: Funina's Official Pastry Chef

"Then again, Chang Ming...Aren't you afraid that others will say you're abusing your power by hanging Limoni's painting in the Momang Hall?"

Paimon spread his hands and looked at Chang Ming, who was stroking his chin and wondering where to hang Limoni's painting, and asked with some confusion.

Limoni also looked at Chang Ming nervously, feeling a little worried.

She didn't want her affairs to have any negative impact on Chang Ming. If it was really as Paimeng said, she would rather not hang her paintings in the Mo Mang Hall.

As if sensing Limoni's somewhat nervous gaze, Chang Ming smiled slightly and then said softly:

"Don't underestimate yourself, Miss Limoni. From an artistic point of view...your paintings are excellent."

"Both the composition and the colors are quite good, on par with those painters who are already somewhat famous in Fontaine. This alone... is enough for your painting to be hung in the Château de Moment."

"What's more, the quality of art is for people to judge for themselves, and the most intuitive manifestation of quality is whether it looks good or not."

"Ms. Limoni, if you still feel that something is wrong...we can wait until the painting is hung up to see the reactions of passers-by."

Chang Ming had a rather relaxed smile on his face, as if he didn't care about Paimon and Limoni's worries.

What he just said is only one aspect. On the other hand, the Checkley Gallery has indeed existed for some time, which is also a disguised recognition.

Just imagine, if people did not recognize Limoni's name and Limoni's paintings, then Checkley's gallery would not be able to operate for a year or two.

——It is even more impossible for me to copy Limoni's paintings by myself.

"The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit; the world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit"

Chakli only has Mora in his eyes. For this reason, he even sells his daughter's belongings in exchange for Mora. If these things can't be exchanged for Mora...

How could he continue to run the business?

Thinking of this, Chang Ming sighed silently, and his sympathy for Limoni grew deeper.

After listening to Chang Ming's explanation, Limoni lowered her head slightly, as if she was thinking, or pondering what Chang Ming had just said.

After a long while, she raised her head slightly and looked at Funina and Villette standing beside Chang Ming, with a touch of emotion in her eyes.

For a little girl, facing the loneliness of the deep sea and the loss of family affection at the same time is a bit too cruel.

As if thinking of this, Funina gently patted Limoni's shoulder, then said with a smile:

"Don't worry, your file says you are a 'little famous painter', which means everyone in Zhuyingting has recognized your ability."

"Besides, Chang Ming never does anything without preparation and confidence, so just rest assured~"

"But...if we need to observe the public's reaction next, it means we can't leave the Mo Mang Hall. Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll buy it for you. It's my treat today~"

Funina put her hands on her hips, her eyes curved, just like a caring sister next door comforting her worried sister.

"Lady Funina..."

Limoni looked at the Water God in front of her with his gentle eyes and unassuming face, and was moved beyond words for a moment.

And that Villette also spoke at this moment, which was rare:

"Although I don't have as deep attainments in art as Mr. Chang Ming and Ms. Funina, but at least..."

As Villette spoke, he fixed his eyes on the painting and said softly:

"I can feel your emotions from this painting, and I also think it is a "beautiful painting."

"Lord Villette..."

Limoni only felt the corners of her eyes were wet, then she lowered her head slightly, quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then whispered:

"thank you all..."

Looking at the girl in front of him who was silently shedding tears, Chang Ming sighed slightly, then said softly:

"Limoni, look, your painting...is really hung on the wall of the Momang Hall, and your name is written below it."

Hearing this, Limoni suddenly raised her head and looked at her painting, and a layer of mist suddenly appeared in her brown eyes.

"Did I really... do that?"

"Yeah, you really did."

......

What Limoni painted was actually very simple, just a field of golden sunflowers.

What she paints is not an abstract painting, nor is it a painting that simply satirizes a certain state of society, but a painting that expresses her own feelings.

Art is to be appreciated and to make one feel happier, not to be put on the shelf, high above and difficult to fathom.

It is things like this...that can allow more people to appreciate the beauty that is unique to art.

At this moment, Limoni was sitting in the Momang Hall pretending to be serious, feeling a little nervous.

She was waiting for the comments on her paintings from those who came to Momang Hall for business. After all, this was the first time she displayed her paintings in such a large public occasion.

To use an adjective that may not be so appropriate to describe it... Limoni is now like a mother anxiously waiting for her child outside the examination room, anxious but unable to say much.

But facts soon proved one thing - her worries were unnecessary and Chang Ming's vision was not wrong.

Many people come to Momang Hall to do business every day, but most of them will stop in front of this painting for a while, take a look at it, and then leave.

Of course, there are occasionally a few words of praise or very pertinent comments.

"Eh? How long ago was the last time a new painting was hung in the Mo Mang Hall? As expected... Lord Chang Ming's aesthetic taste is really reassuring."

"It gives people a very warm feeling...but the brushstrokes are a bit immature. Was it painted by a new generation painter?"

"Sunflowers...would you like to take a couple of them home later? They look quite cozy, and they might bring some more sunshine to my dark little house~"

......

Listening to the words of the passers-by, Limoni's face showed an irrepressible smile.

According to the previous example, at this moment she felt as if she knew that the child she had raised for many years had gained considerable benefits.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but put down the Steam Bird Newspaper in her hand, staring blankly at the painting that attracted fifty or sixty people's attention in just five or six minutes, and murmured in a low voice:

"I really...did it."