"This is so wonderful! Quickly, help me grind the ink. The scene before me requires my lifelong skill to describe!"
"Master Fuli is watching over!"
Master Fuli and Lin Ying were dining together. The artist, with an intense enthusiasm, was engrossed in painting, starting with a draft. Lin Ying desired a wall-mounted oil painting, but both were dressed in traditional Hanfu attire. Seeing this, the artist couldn't help but want to create an ink painting as well.
To capture the essence of Master Fuli merely in an oil painting would be a pity.
"Why must I grind the ink? Do you think I can handle such a task?"
With a face full of complaints, Lin Shu reluctantly helped grind the ink. The last time she did this was in the school calligraphy club during elementary school. If she messed up such an important task, Miss Lin would probably send her off to Africa.
However.
In the entire restaurant, apart from Lin Shu, there was indeed no one else available.
