Jin Qianqian pursed her lips and quickly went to the backyard to fetch the rice paper Gu Wenheng usually used for calligraphy practice. She didn't forget to grab a few pieces of charcoal from the kitchen on her way back.
Seeing her come out again, Ouyang Bing looked at Gu Wenheng full of expectation. "Please enlighten me, Brother Gu."
Gu Wenheng shook his head. "I'm not good at drawing portraits. Let my wife do it!"
Jin Qianqian had studied drawing since childhood and had a solid foundation in sketching, whereas he had studied oil painting. When it came to drawing portraits, Jin Qianqian was naturally much more adept.
Ouyang Bing looked at Jin Qianqian in surprise. He had previously thought she was just a young woman with some culinary skills, but he didn't expect her to be hiding her talents so well.
However, looking at the table, there was nothing but a piece of rice paper and a few black chunks of charcoal. What kind of trick was this?
