Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 108 Seaside

Chapter 108 Seaside

Adam was eager to have a try when he noticed that Louis was particularly charming when surfing. However, he never learned to surf.

Besides, he was not allowed to take the risk. It was better for him to stay with the swim ring at such a young age.

Adam was hit in dispirited and looked at Louis's surfboard greedily. He could not grow up fast enough!

Martin and Marcus could also surf. Three of them on the surfboard showed off kinds of fancy tricks. Nancy took several photos with her mobile phone, looking at them with shining eyes.

"It is amazing", she thought, "Such outstanding people are my brother!"

The little girl proudly looked at her brothers and smiled brightly.

She felt fortunate to be part of the Brook family.

Ivan sat cross-legged on the beach with brushes and paints beside him. He held the drawing board with one hand and drew a few strokes outlining the scene of surfing at sea. The faces were blurry, but actions were presented vividly.

Unlike the delicate brushstrokes in the past, this time, his paintings were bolder in color and stronger in impact, making people feel intense as well as open-minded.

When Nancy finished watching the surfing performance and ran over, Ivan's oil painting was only half-done. But it was also fantastic.

The young man sat quietly and drew his picture on the beach. He had fair and delicate skin, sparkling in the sunshine, a kind of sanctity.

Not disturbing her cousin, Nancy walked over quietly and obediently behind him. She carefully stared at Ivan's painting. The highly emotional painting gradually came into shape.

Ivan was immersed in his own world, isolated from other interference. He held a paintbrush drawing on the paper and concentrated on nothing else but his painting.

Although Nancy was unschooled in paintings, she could feel that this work differed from what she saw in his studio before. However, she couldn't tell the difference.

The three surfers came out of the sea with wet hair. Martin put a dry towel over his head while Louis slid his hand back from his forehead and shacked off the water droplets.

Marcus looked very cold and indifferent, with his mouth in a grim line. But his wet short black hair on the forehead made him more tender and look younger.

"What are you doing?"

Louis walked over with a surfboard in one hand.

Nancy hurriedly put her index finger on her lips and shushed him, speaking quietly.

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Louis raised his eyebrows and smiled. He walked a few steps to the back of Ivan and found that this guy seemed to be immersed in his own world, even not realizing that they had gone ashore.

He had heard of Ivan's reputation as a genius painter, but he had never seen it before.

One reason was that Louis was not familiar with him, and another was that he didn't like these artistic things. Though he had seen some famous paintings on the Internet before, he couldn't appreciate those abstract paintings anyway.

But when he stood behind Ivan looking at his painting, Louis was amazed by the art which he used to be unable to understand for the first time.

The blue sea and blue sky seemed to be endless. Three tiny humans were 'conquering' the ocean on the high waves.

With just a painting, Ivan made people feel like they were in the scene to confront the nervous but refreshing stimulation.

"Excellent!."

Looking at Ivan's painting, Louis murmured.

Previously, he found Ivan weak and childish, regarding him as an "innocent idiot", but now he surveyed this person seriously for the first time: although Ivan looked unmanly, he did have a pair of magical hands and a talented brain.

Otherwise, how could he remember so much and draw the scene perfectly?

Were all painters' brains so awesome?

"He was indeed a genius painter."

Martin was also amazed in admiration.

Although Marcus didn't say anything, he stared at the painting for a long time.

That was good, he thought.

As time passed slowly, Ivan didn't know how long he had been painting. When he put down the brush, he smelled something yummy which made him feel hungry.

It was time for lunch, but no one went back villa. Instead, they asked the bodyguards to come over with barbecue grills and food and have barbecues on the beach.

It was easy to watch others barbecue, while when it was time to have a try themselves, things were different.

"Jesus! Why did the fire suddenly ignite? How can we eat with this black grill?

Philip advised, "Master Louis, you have poured too much oil. The dropped oil made the fire stronger."

Louis got confused, "I have heard that the more oil, the better taste. Is that incorrect?"

Even if he knew the problem, he would still consider the oil insufficient next time he baked. His action couldn't match his thought at this moment.

He thought he had put enough oil according to the experience.

But he did as the oil was inadequate.

And then... The grill was burnt again.

Louis tried to get his anger under control.

Martin sat on the chair, slowly turning over the barbecue stick in his hand.

"Is mine done?"

It looked well-cooked.

Martin was quite confident in himself and tasted it without hesitation.

A few seconds later...

He spitted out the fish expressionlessly.

Why did the baked one taste bitter?

"How does it taste?"

Louis, who had burnt twice, came over grumpy.

Martin instantly behaved like normal, smiling, "Not bad."

"Really? We are brothers. It makes no sense that you can do it while I can't..."

He said as he blew on the fish and put it into his mouth, and then...

"Bah! Martin, you cheated on me. What the hell is it! It is so bitter."

Martin laughed and ran away. It was better to suffer everyone else than suffer alone.

Nancy felt as if a survivor of the "burnt food disaster". She had wanted to eat her brothers' barbecue.

But...In this condition, it was safer not to eat anything from them.

She and Adam set their sights on Marcus, the last survivor.

"Splat..."

Marcus looked at the overturned barbecue sauce and the seafood before him, standing silently.

Nancy and Adam, "..."