Jin Qianqian pressed her lips together, then quickly went to the backyard to fetch the Xuan paper Ancient Wen Heng used for his calligraphy practice. She also remembered to grab a few pieces of charcoal from the kitchen.
When she returned, Ouyang Bing looked at Ancient Wen Heng expectantly. "Please, Brother Gu, I await your instruction."
Ancient Wen Heng shook his head. "I'm not very good at drawing portraits. Let my wife do it."
After all, Jin Qianqian had studied drawing from a young age and had a good foundation in sketching. He, on the other hand, had studied oil painting. When it came to drawing people, Jin Qianqian's method was naturally quicker.
Ouyang Bing looked at Jin Qianqian, a little surprised. He had thought she was just a young woman with some culinary talent, but it seemed she had hidden depths.
He glanced at the table. Besides a sheet of Xuan paper, there were only a few black pieces of charcoal. 'What is she planning to do with these?'
