Chapter 434 Problematic Mooncakes

Ren Lao's fingers gently held the brush. Although he was old, he was still steady. He took a deep breath, his eyes were bright, and the tip of his pen crossed the paper like lightning.

In just two seconds, the bamboo leaves appeared on the paper, and the lines were as natural and smooth as running water, full of vitality.

Su Ming held his breath and stared at every move made by Mr. Ren, fearing that he would miss any detail.

His eyes seemed to have entered some kind of magical realm, and he felt the artistic conception and charm of every stroke of Ren Lao.

Zhao Qianhe stood aside, although he was reluctant, his eyes were full of envy and unwillingness.

He had practiced hard for many years and tried hard to catch up with Tao Dachuan. However, at this moment, he felt that there was still an insurmountable gap between him and the essence of Professor Ren.

Time seems to be frozen in this moment.

Ren Lao's hands moved quickly, and his pen moved freely across the paper. In just two minutes, he had completed an exquisite bamboo forest painting.

The bamboo seemed to come alive, swaying, and with the sound of wind, the charm of the painting overflowed.

"Okay." Mr. Ren put down the brush gently. Sweat was already visible on his forehead and his hands were shaking slightly. He took a deep breath and turned to look at Su Ming and Zhao Qianhe, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, "Do you understand?"

Su Ming frowned in thought, as if he was still recalling every move made by Mr. Ren. He suddenly smiled and nodded, "I understand."

Zhao Qianhe's face was full of confusion, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

His eyes wandered back and forth between Mr. Ren and Su Ming, and finally he smiled bitterly, "Master, I still haven't fully understood your painting techniques."

Mr. Ren's eyes dimmed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He patted Zhao Qianhe's shoulder gently and said gently: "You have different talents from Dachuan, so there is no need to force it. You are already a master of Chinese ink painting and have your own painting style. This is enough."

Zhao Qianhe's eyes were complicated and he lowered his head and stopped talking.

Mr. Ren turned to look at Su Ming with a satisfied smile, "Su Ming, you have understood the core of Ren's stunts. When competing, you must remember that technique is important, but artistic conception is the soul of ink painting."

"I understand, Grandpa Ren." Su Ming nodded with a firm expression.

At this time, there was another hurried knock on the door, and several members of the association hurriedly pushed the door open, with nervous expressions still on their faces.

"Mr. Ren, the painter from the Han Kingdom has released a new work. This time it is even more amazing than before. Many experts believe that he is expected to surpass the peak of Master Okawa..."

Their tone was full of worry, but Mr. Ren just smiled and said, "Don't panic. Our country, China, will win this competition."

He turned to look at Su Ming, with infinite trust and expectation in his eyes, "Su Ming, you are the future I see. Let go and paint. Winning the championship in this competition is not only for our country. The honor is to let the world re-understand the essence of Chinese ink painting.”

Su Ming didn't say much, just nodded heavily.

Night gradually fell, and the breeze gently blew through the bamboo forest in the courtyard, making a rustling sound. Su Ming was still sitting in the study, looking intently at every detail of what Mr. Ren was teaching.

Ren Lao's painting skills are by no means ordinary. He not only pays attention to technique, but also pays attention to the cultivation of mental skills. Tonight's study was particularly important. Mr. Ren planned to pass on his lifelong skills to Su Ming.

The moonlight outside the window shines in the courtyard, making everything look quiet and peaceful.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door. Mr. Ren stopped the pen in his hand and frowned slightly. Su Ming also raised his head and looked towards the door.

"Who is it?" Mr. Ren asked calmly.

The door was gently pushed open, and Zhao Qianhe's figure appeared at the door. He was holding a delicate paper bag in his hand, with a slightly reserved smile on his face, "Master, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I specially sent you some mooncakes. You have been busy teaching Su Ming, so you probably didn't bother to eat them. thing."

Mr. Ren raised his eyes and looked at him, then nodded, his expression as usual, "Come in."

Zhao Qianhe walked into the room, put the paper bag gently on the table, turned around and looked at Su Ming, his eyes seemed to be somewhat searching, but then they passed away. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had a bit of disdain for Su Ming, but he regained his composure in an instant.

"Master, these are the mooncakes I specially selected for you. They are all your favorite flavors. I hope you can enjoy them." Zhao Qianhe said with a smile, with a hint of hospitality in his eyes.

Mr. Ren nodded and responded with a smile: "I've got my idea, Qianhe, I've got it."

However, Su Ming's eyes never left the bag of mooncakes. The moment Zhao Qianhe put down the bag, he was keenly aware of a detail - there seemed to be an unnatural wrinkle on the seal of the paper bag, as if someone had opened it in advance. Su Ming became alert, and a chilling thought came to his mind.

Su Ming subconsciously reached out to touch the bag of mooncakes and pretended to knock the bag over casually. Several mooncakes rolled out of the bag and landed on the floor. He pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Sorry, the mooncake fell."

Mr. Ren frowned slightly, but did not blame Su Ming. Zhao Qianhe was a little flustered and said quickly: "It's okay. I'll get you another bag."

Zhao Qianhe quickly took out another bag of mooncakes from the bag outside and handed it to Mr. Ren.

Su Ming's mind was sharp, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed that there was something strange about the packaging of this bag of mooncakes. Su Ming's face was expressionless. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly said: "Mr. Ren, this bag of mooncakes seems to have been opened. The sealing is not normal."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qianhe's face instantly became slightly stiff, and then he barely maintained his smile, "How could it be, I bought all the mooncakes myself, and I definitely didn't touch them."

Su Ming smiled coldly, and he already had a guess in his heart, so he deliberately said slowly: "In this case, why not take this bag of mooncakes for testing, so that we don't have to be suspicious."

Zhao Qianhe's expression instantly became a little embarrassed, but he couldn't show the slightest guilt, so he had to bite the bullet and agreed: "Okay, since you are worried, then I will find someone to test it, and I will definitely prove my innocence."

Su Ming nodded calmly, with a sneer in his eyes. He has seen through Zhao Qianhe's hypocrisy, but he is not in a hurry to expose it, but intends to let things develop naturally.

Zhao Qianhe was secretly anxious in his heart, and quickly contacted the doctor he bribed and arranged the so-called "test". He thought that everything would be smooth sailing, but he never expected that fate always seemed to have unexpected things.

Just when Zhao Qianhe sent the mooncakes to the hospital for testing, he happened to run into Su He. Su He is Su Ming's second sister and has superb medical skills. When she saw Zhao Qianhe rushing into the testing room with an anxious look on his face, she became a little suspicious.

Su He walked over coldly and stopped the doctor in charge of the test, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "What are you testing?"

The doctor had been bribed by Zhao Qianhe and was about to falsify the results, but when he saw Su He's expression, he broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that Su He's status in the medical community was not something he could offend.

"Miss Su, we... are just doing routine tests." The doctor's tone was a little trembling.

Su He narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Don't play these tricks with me. How much benefit did Zhao Qianhe give you? I advise you not to lie, otherwise, you know my tricks."

The doctor's face turned pale instantly. He had heard about Su He's ruthlessness a long time ago, and those who offended her never had a good end. In addition, Su He was backed by the Su family, so he didn't dare to offend easily.

"Miss Su, I... I won't falsify the information. I will report it truthfully." The doctor agreed tremblingly, not daring to conspire with Zhao Qianhe again.

Zhao Qianhe stood aside. Although he didn't hear the conversation between the two, he felt something was wrong when he saw the doctor walking out with a pale face. He didn't expect that Su He would intervene in this matter.

Su Ming watched all this from a distance, with a slight smile on his face. He knew that Zhao Qianhe's plan might fail this time.

Not long after, the test results were sent to Mr. Ren, showing that the mooncakes contained trace amounts of special ingredients. This result instantly put Zhao Qianhe in a dilemma. He could no longer justify himself and could only force a smile, "This... may be a misunderstanding. I will check it out."