"Mm-hmm, no need to rush. Let's eat first."
Daisuke Nobi nodded with a smile after Lin Feng agreed.
"Damn it, where's the Tonkatsu I just put in my bowl? It's gone!"
"Nobita, did you sneak and eat it just now?"
"How would I know? Maybe you accidentally ate it yourself and forgot..."
"And Doraemon, stop blaming me for everything, okay!"
"When did I blame you for everything? I clearly saw that Tonkatsu just now. You must have eaten it secretly! That was the last piece...!"
...
Very quickly, amidst a chorus of cheerful laughter, dinner came to an end.
To be honest, the friendship between Doraemon and Nobita, those lovable rivals, truly made one feel wistful.
Anyone, if they had a friend like Doraemon accompanying them throughout their childhood, would undoubtedly feel incredibly happy.
After dinner, Lin Feng went upstairs to retrieve his drawings and handed them to Daisuke Nobi.
Although Nobita had previously shown great admiration for Lin Feng's manga, Lin Feng's identity was still just that of a fifth-grader.
A manga created by an elementary school student might pique Daisuke Nobi's interest.
But trying to gain his attention directly through word of mouth would still be somewhat difficult.
After all, Daisuke Nobi, though he hadn't painted in a long time, had possessed considerable artistic talent in his younger years.
In fact, when he was young, Daisuke Nobi had caught the eye of a wealthy man. The man had even decided to marry his daughter to him and promised to send him to Paris to study painting.
However, Daisuke Nobi had turned down this opportunity. He wanted to succeed through his own efforts. In the end, he went to the wealthy man's home to decline his offer, and was angrily chased out.
It must be said that the young Daisuke Nobi did indeed possess a spirit of striving that was not inferior to that of young people.
But a hobby is still just a hobby; it couldn't provide him with a stable income. So, later on, for the sake of the family's income and expenses,
Daisuke Nobi had to give up his beloved painting, bowing to reality and becoming a nine-to-five office worker at a company.
But his love for painting in his heart never faded.
In his spare time, Daisuke Nobi would also try to pick up the skills he once had.
So, seeing Lin Feng, who also loved to draw, was like looking at his own childhood.
Even though they were pursuing different artistic expressions, one with oil paintings and the other with manga.
It didn't diminish Daisuke Nobi's appreciation for Lin Feng one bit.
Daisuke Nobi knew how difficult it was to live comfortably in the current domestic market, relying on this skill. After all, there were only a few well-known manga artists in the country.
However, when he saw the manga cover Lin Feng handed him, this thought was almost thrown to the back of his mind.
"Lin Feng, this... is this cover you drew yourself...?"
To be honest, before seeing this cover, Daisuke Nobi hadn't really taken Lin Feng's manga seriously.
After all, drawing manga not only required talent but also a lot of time to practice the basic skills.
Whether it's painting techniques, the depiction of the story, or the mastery of the storyboard, everything needs to be extremely refined.
Only then can one create captivating works.
And to achieve such a level of accomplishment, it certainly wouldn't be possible without at least three to five years of diligent practice.
But!
How old is Lin Feng right now?
A fifth-grade elementary school student, maybe only ten years old! Even if this ten-year-old child started learning to draw at five, he would have only practiced for five years.
Five years, and he already has such exquisite painting skills and storyboarding techniques, it's just unbelievable!
Daisuke Nobi found it hard to imagine that the brilliant work in his hands wasn't from those famous domestic manga artists, but from a fifth-grade elementary school student who looked to be only ten years old.
"Well, it took some time, but yes, these are indeed mine."
Lin Feng smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.
Seeing the look of shock on Daisuke Nobi's face, Lin Feng understood that Demon Slayer had a certain impact on the adults in Doraemon's world.
"It's unbelievable, Lin Feng, your painting skills have reached this level…"
With a feeling of surprise and shock, Daisuke Nobi slowly opened the cover and began to look through it.
However, the more he looked, the more shocked he became. As a painting enthusiast, Daisuke Nobi knew very well what level Lin Feng had reached to create such a work.
To be blunt, even Daisuke Nobi, the painting enthusiast, felt somewhat inferior.
At least, if he were to paint it now, he definitely wouldn't be able to create such an excellent piece.
Even though the later drawings' lines seemed a bit rough, the reading experience wasn't affected.
Especially after reading the beginning of the manga, where the protagonist, Tanjiro, carried his sister Nezuko through the icy, snowy landscape, struggling to survive.
It made them eager to know what would happen next. They all wanted to know what had happened to the protagonist's sister.
"Amazing! Truly amazing! Lin Feng, your manga is fantastic!"
Daisuke Nobi looked up excitedly after finishing Lin Feng's work, speaking to him.
Lin Feng smiled slightly and nodded after hearing Daisuke Nobi's praise.
"What do you think, Dad? I told you before, Lin Feng's work is really amazing, right?"
Nobita stepped forward, smiling, and said to his father.
"Well, Nobita, if you were half as promising as Lin Feng, then Mom and Dad would have a lot less to worry about."
Daisuke Nobi also clasped his hands together, nodding in agreement.
Nobita clearly hadn't expected his father to suddenly lecture him, and his face became a bit awkward.
However, Daisuke Nobi seemed to often use this method to motivate Nobita, so seeing Nobita's expression, he was somewhat accustomed to it.
After everyone sat together and had some evening tea, Lin Feng said his goodbyes and went home.