Jin Qianqian pursed her lips. She quickly went to the backyard to fetch the rice paper Gu Wenheng usually used for calligraphy practice, and didn't forget to grab a few pieces of charcoal from the kitchen on her way.
Seeing her come out again, Ouyang Bing looked at Gu Wenheng full of expectation. "Please enlighten us, Brother Gu."
Gu Wenheng shook his head. "I am not good at drawing people. Let my wife do it!"
After all, Jin Qianqian had studied drawing since she was young and had a solid foundation in sketching. He, on the other hand, had studied oil painting. When it came to drawing portraits, Jin Qianqian was naturally much more proficient.
Ouyang Bing looked at Jin Qianqian in slight surprise. He had previously thought she was just a young woman with some culinary skills, but he hadn't expected her to have such hidden talents.
However, he then glanced at the table. Aside from a piece of rice paper, there were only a few dark pieces of charcoal. What was she playing at?
