My Waste Husband novel Chapter 138

Soon, Boss Li handed Henry a piece of Chinese art paper, fine ink, and a fine wolf-hair brush.

"Boss Li, please take away the dishes on our table." Henry took the paper and shook it in front of him. After Boss Li arranged someone to clean up the table he was sitting on, Henry laid the paper on the table, turned his back to Bai and waved the brush in his hand.

As soon as he finished, Henry suddenly remembered something. He turned to Sylvia and said, "Honey, watch out for me. Don't let the master see me painting."

Sylvia blushed because Henry called her honey. She nodded slightly shyly. "Okay."

After that, Henry turned around and continued to write.

Hearing Henry's words, Sylvia and the other two girls stood behind him in a row, staring at Bai, preventing him from seeing what Henry was doing. At the same time, they also couldn't see what he was doing.

Only Mark could see Henry's movements. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide unconsciously.

Five minutes later, Henry put down the brush in his hand and took a deep breath. "Well, okay, my dear wife, you didn't let Master Bai see what I was doing, did you?"

"No." Sylvia shook her head, turned around and asked curiously, "What were you doing?"

"This." Henry picked up the paper on the table. At the same time, the things on the paper were visible to everyone.

At the moment they saw the paper, almost everyone, like Mark, widened their eyes and opened their mouths, including Sylvia and the other two girls.

On the paper that Henry picked up, there was a painting of several shrimps. But Boss Li's painting was exactly the same. Every shrimp was the same as the ones on the painting they saw a couple of moments ago.

"How... how is this possible?"

Boss Li walked up to Henry with a look of disbelief. Looking at the painting in Henry's hand, he asked cautiously, "Sir, can you give it to me?"

"Of course." Henry handed the painting to Boss Li casually. The painting ink had not dried yet, and it still smelled good.

Boss Li put the painting painted by Henry and his painting together. After careful observation, he found that the shrimps painted by Henry were exactly the same in size and length, even the inky colour of the shrimp's joints was the same. Even if they were printed, they could not be made the same.

"Henry, you..." Sylvia's beautiful eyes were full of disbelief.

Henry smiled and said, "This is my method. Master Yu, can you see where the painting I painted has interrupted stikes?"

"You!" Bai stared at Henry and didn't know what to say. He really didn't expect that someone could imitate the Black Shrimp like this. How did he do it?

Just now, interrupted stikes and drawing style he was talking about were all made up by him. He was so fearless because he knew that the painting was authentic. But now, if he had to talk about details, he could not do it at all.