Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 193

After walking into the studio, Kara saw Jamya cleaning up. She smiled and went forward to greet Jamya.

"Jamya."

Jamya looked up at her and asked, "Have you finished your work?"

"No." Kara coughed guiltily.

Jamya turned around to wipe the table with a rag and grabbed the watering pot when she saw Kara take it.

"Hurry up and finish your job!"

Kara was stunned and looked at her in surprise.

"If I complete my work, aren't you worried that I'll win over you?"

Jamya snorted, "The person I want to defeat is never you, but myself!"

Kara was speechless.

Kara stared at her in shock. In the past, her mother seemed to have said this to her as well.

She admired Jamya could think in this way.

"Don't stare at me with such adoration. Master Larry often said these words. Although drawing requires knowledge and cultivation, from another perspective, it is also a kind of cultivation."

Jamya had her own pride. She looked down on this little girl and did not believe Kara would have the chance to win.

"If you can beat me, it can only mean that I'm not good enough. That way, I won't bother to go to the bigger stage and lose my face. Besides, I can save the travel expenses."

Kara blinked. Her temper was really like Larry's.

However, watering the flowers wasn't compatible with her drawing. She took the pot from Jamya and turned to water the flowers.

Larry liked flowers. The studio was filled with all kinds of expensive flowers, which needed to be taken good care of.

She also remembered that Larry said in class that painting was much the same as growing flowers, which required you to treat them with your heart. This was also true for painting. A true art needed soul.

And to achieve that goal, you must hone your skills.

"So, everyone who is admitted here can think independently." Kara thought.

What ability would she need to cultivate if she wanted to continue staying at work?

She went upstairs and was more motivated to finish the unfinished work.

In the afternoon, Larry came.

He ordered someone to ask Kara downstairs and let the crowd judge their works.

The work was placed together, and Larry stared at Kara's work in shock.

A woman with a bunch of white flowers, smiling happily, was running towards somewhere.

It wasn't that she drew very well, but the woman she drew surprised him.

Jamya looked at the painting and her expression changed. She stared at Kara in disbelief.

She felt that Kara was looking for trouble and was very angry.

"Kara, have you seen this girl before?" Larry asked in a cold voice.

Kara shook her head in confusion, "Donald gave me a black USB and inside is this girl's story. I want to give this painting to Donald whether I win or lose."

"Give it to me?"

The door of the studio was pushed open. Donald raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard Kara saying his name.

Kara raised her head and looked at Donald in surprise.

It had only been a few days, and he looked haggard. He had dark eyes circles, and he was obviously not in a good state.

"Donald, are you alright?" Kara asked worriedly.

Donald shrugged and was about to go over to see Kara's work when he was scolded by Larry.

"Donald, you just came back. Go and rest."

Larry found a piece of dirty cloth and threw it on Kara's work to cover the face of the girl in the painting.

"Kara, your work is not good. Draw another one."

Kara frowned and stared at her work. She looked at Larry in confusion.

"Master Larry, why?"

"No reason!" Larry berated.

Kara was so frightened that her face turned pale. She clenched her small fists so that she did not tremble, but she still felt strange.