Beisitian was writing intently, and Tian Zhi was completely absorbed in watching, as the room stayed quiet and harmonious.
When Tian Heming walked in, this was the scene he saw, and he couldn't help but smile.
Beisitian finished the last stroke, looked up at Tian Zhi, then turned to Tian Heming and called out, "Grandpa."
Tian Heming had seen Beisitian's calligraphy at that party, and he felt inferior!
"Beibei, even Grandpa has to admire you. I really don't know how you've practiced. Your calligraphy has such a profound aesthetic. Grandpa can't compare at all!"
Tian Zhi had thought this before, but hearing his grandpa admit it was another thing. He never imagined that this cousin wasn't just beautiful, or merely skilled in traditional medicine, but was also an impressive calligrapher!
To have even Grandpa's admiration, calling her a calligrapher is not an overstatement.
