Jian Qingqing painted a total of eight paintings. Two of them were given to Madam Guan, while the rest were given to Mother Jian.
"Mother, take these paintings back and hang them on your dessert shop. Dress them up."
Mother Jian treasured these words and said, "Isn't it a bit of a pity? Why don't Mother take them back and treasure them?"
"Treasure what? These are all my paintings. I'll have as many as you want. The customers who enter the shop will be happy if you dress up the shop beautifully."
Madam Guan said enviously, "That's right, Sister Jian. Qingqing is your daughter. You can ask her to paint if you want. I'll definitely hang these two paintings from Qingqing in my room. If you hang these beautiful paintings in your shop, I don't want to leave."
Madam Jian was more and more moved by their words. She imagined what it would look like to hang these paintings in the shop, but in the end, she agreed.
