Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1645

Chapter 1645

The people who judged Charmine became curious instantly, captivated with the way her hands moved.

They grew astonished as they watched the wood pieces merge seamlessly, forming a shape.

Anthony sat on the opposite seat with a cigarette at hand. His eyes never wavered from Charmine, even with the cigarette’s smoke wafting at his face.

He knew his woman would not be as simple.

When Charmine’s eyes narrowed, he already knew that she was about to turn the tables. 1

Within ten minutes, the random wood pieces and blocks turned into a perfect shape of a large peach.

It did not look like someone had created it with blocks and pieces of wood. There was a gap, and it looked like a delicately carved artwork.

On the surface of the peach were written, [May All Your Wishes Come True.]

This contradicted Zoe's simple [Happy Birthday.]

Everyone stared at Charmine wide-eyed, never once expecting she could turn mere wood into this big peach!

Zoe scoffed, "Isn't it just putting wood together? Who can’t do it?"

Just a moment later, however, someone who had been to the city cried out, "It's a special technique! It's a national heritage art!" "No nails are needed to fix their positions. The wood pieces can be made and stay in any shape very firmly!" "This technique looks simple, but not everyone can do it!" "They usually can only form a simple shape, yet Charmine made such a complex peach seemingly effortlessly. She's very skilled!" "And this is a national heritage art!"

Those who thought she was simply putting them together widened their eyes.

If regular wood was used, the pieces and blocks would move around, but these were special and firm.

The village chief received it happily, all smiles as she did. "Oh my, Charmine... I like it very much. As I age, I like these heritage arts more and more. This is so rare, so thank you!"

Charmine's red lips curved into a smile. "I’m glad you like it."

The usually peaceful-looking village chief turned to send a warning look at Zoe, signaling her to stop causing trouble.

She was worried about Zoe picking on Charmine, and she did not want Charmine’s stay to get unpleasant.

The village chief waved and said, "Alright, go to your seats. Get the feast ready!"

Everyone went away to continue their task.

Among the noises, quite a few of them were still praising Charmine's art, but none mentioned Zoe's basket at all.