男人的天堂秋葵视频

Chapter 132

Suddenly, Shen Yin felt a surge of strength. Although she was confident and assured of winning the championship, feeling neither fear nor nervousness, seeing Xu Xiuhe and Zhengzheng at that moment made her realize that she was not alone—someone was supporting her from behind.

There was a clock in the venue, ticking away the seconds.

Shen Yin\'s movements quickened. After threading the needle and preparing the thread, Shen Yin began embroidering.

With a clear image in her mind and the needle in her hand, the rough outline of the embroidery took shape in no time.

There were two staff members patrolling the venue, walking back and forth, while the judges on the main stage occasionally descended to observe.

The director of the literary federation stopped beside Shen Yin and watched her work. To be honest, Shen Yin, who looked about twenty years old, was a rare sight in such a competition.

Shen Yin\'s movements revealed her deftness, like an embroiderer with decades of experience. Undoubtedly, her movements alone had caught the attention of several judges.

While others rushed to perfect the details, only Shen Yin calmly and steadily outlined the contours, neither hurried nor arrogant.

Several judges exchanged glances and walked onto the stage. Shen Yin checked the clock—it was 11:30. By 12 o\'clock, she could outline the overall contours and the smaller inner contours.

At 12 o\'clock, the host announced the end of the session on time, and the venue closed.

All contestants stopped their work, and the audience members left first.

"Please exit in an orderly manner. The competition will resume promptly at 2 PM."

Shen Yin rose and walked briskly, leading the way out.

Several contestants, noticing how young Shen Yin was to participate in the competition, took a glance at her work as they left.

"I told you, this craft demands experience and age."

"Yes, she does seem a bit too young."

"Exactly, you see, after two hours, she\'s only outlined the contours. I can\'t even tell what she\'s embroidering. How can she possibly finish it this afternoon?"

The contestants left, murmuring their discussions.

The remaining host, patrol staff, and five judges on the main stage exchanged smiles and said, "Shall we go out for lunch?"

The judges picked up their water cups and descended from the stage.

The director of the literary federation asked, "What do you all think of this year\'s Rong City Embroidery Competition?"

One male judge beside him said, "It\'s good to see fresh blood."

"Yes, I agree with Teacher Xiao\'s view. As an intangible cultural heritage, embroidery must have successors."

"So, what do you think of that young girl\'s embroidery skills?" the director asked again.

"In my personal opinion, for now, I\'ve only seen the outlines she drew. I haven\'t seen her embroidery work or the technique she uses. It seems different from others. As for her skills, we\'ll have to wait and see the final piece."

"Alright, then let\'s wait until tonight."

Shen Yin hurried outside early.

Xu Xiuhe, holding Zhengzheng, had been waiting for a long time.

"Why did you come out?" Shen Yin asked even before reaching them.

"Of course, to cheer for you with my son," Xu Xiuhe replied.

"Go, Mom! You\'re the best," Zhengzheng said sweetly.

"Such a sweet mouth. Give Mom a kiss," Shen Yin leaned her face toward Zhengzheng.

As Xu Yunzheng turned his face to kiss Shen Yin\'s cheek, Xu Xiuhe suddenly lowered his head and kissed her instead.

"Daddy\'s naughty," Zhengzheng pouted, displeased.

Shen Yin didn\'t expect Xu Xiuhe to suddenly kiss her in front of Zhengzheng either.

Seeing Xu Yunzheng\'s sullen expression, Shen Yin took him into her arms and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek.

The baby brightened up and mumbled, "Let\'s eat."

"Let me carry him. He\'s over two weeks old now and getting heavy," Xu Xiuhe said, taking Zhengzheng and leading the way to the parking lot.

"Daddy, I can walk by myself," Zhengzheng protested, not understanding why his father insisted on carrying him.

"Your legs are too short. By the time you reach the parking lot, your mom\'s afternoon competition will be over," Xu Xiuhe truly found Zhengzheng\'s walking too slow.

"I\'m just young. My legs aren\'t short," the baby objected, offended by the insinuation that his legs were short. Why not say he had eaten fewer years\' worth of food?

Listening to the father and son\'s conversation from behind, Shen Yin found it amusing, realizing for the first time that Xu Xiuhe had a humorous side.

"You\'ll grow taller as you get older," Shen Yin reassured Zhengzheng.

"I want to grow up fast, grow long legs, and run faster than Daddy," the little one babbled, always having more to say than Shen Yin and Xu Xiuhe combined.

It was unclear whose traits he had inherited—theirs or the original owner\'s.

"The afternoon session starts at 2 PM, right?" Xu Xiuhe asked.

"Yes, it starts at 2 PM and ends at 5 PM. The results will be announced at 5:30 PM."

"Then let\'s not go elsewhere. We\'ll find a restaurant in the mall near the museum."

"Okay."

In the afternoon, when Shen Yin returned to the museum, most of the contestants had arrived.

This time, there were noticeably more audience members than in the morning.

Unlike the morning, the contestants entered first this time. All contestants were in position just before 2 PM.

Shen Yin strictly followed the competition rules, keeping an eye on the time and only picking up the needle and thread when it was time.

With the image composition planned, she could now focus on embroidering the details. Under Shen Yin\'s nimble hands, the colorful silk threads wove in and out.

Each stitch seemed imbued with magic. Shen Yin worked quickly, while the other embroiderers were also immersed in their own embroidery worlds. When the judges came down again and saw Shen Yin\'s work, they nodded in approval.

Shen Yin\'s piece depicted a lady appreciating lotuses. The overall composition was neat and elegant, with fresh and graceful colors, intricate needlework, and delicate lines.

The piece appeared lifelike, as if painted. Inside the pavilion, a graceful lady stood holding a fan, looking expectantly toward the green lotus pond outside.

The upright lotus flowers, like timid maidens, hid among the leaves, waiting for the lady to discover them.

Shen Yin looked at the overall picture, put away the needle and thread. She took this piece of cloth off the frame.

When looking around, she noticed that many other contestants had also completed their works.

"Time\'s up. Please lay the fabric flat on the table for the judges to score," a voice announced.

The venue suddenly became lively, as the five-hour competition came to an end. Some were joyful, others worried.

"Contestants, please leave the venue. Come back in half an hour."

All the contestants left the venue. The five judges came down from the stage and began scoring the first work, with a maximum of 10 points. After removing the highest and lowest scores, they calculated the average of the three remaining middle scores as the contestant\'s final score.