"Enough."
Zhang Bo picked up his chopsticks. "Now that everyone's here, let's eat."
After lunch, Xiao Xiao and the others returned to the exhibition hall.
"We really got the short end of the stick this time."
Zhuge Yun shook his head. "You were supposed to treat us to this exhibition."
"And now we're the ones paying extra."
Li Yan rolled his eyes. "Didn't I treat you to lunch?"
"Alas, one lunch can't soothe the pain in my heart."
Zhuge Yun sighed dramatically.
"I'll treat you to dinner."
Li Yan's mouth twitched. "You're the one who talks the most."
"Deal."
Zhuge Yun grinned. "I'll stop talking."
He mimed zipping his lips.
"You really should keep quiet."
Zhang Bo muttered under his breath.
Compared to the machinery exhibition that morning, the art exhibition was much quieter.
There were only a handful of people.
Their group of five was practically a crowd.
The tranquil atmosphere in the art exhibition made everyone instinctively keep their voices down.
They started with the traditional Chinese painting exhibition.
It featured ink wash paintings.
The air seemed to carry a faint scent of ink.
Whether lightly or heavily painted, it all had its own charm.
With just the simple contrast of black and white on Xuan paper, the artists had sketched out the natural world's glistening mountains and rivers.
There were also scholars standing with their hands behind their backs, their expressions either lofty or full of ambition.
The paintings were good.
But...
"Is this really suitable for a child?"
Zhuge Yun sounded uncertain.
"Forget whether a child can understand these paintings..."
"Uh, there's no way he can understand them."
Zhuge Yun figured that if he tried to explain what made the paintings special, he wouldn't be able to say anything