My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

"Then I thank you on behalf of Xiaoze."

Yu Yehua quickly gave Shen Ze a wink: "Xiao Ze, hurry up and thank Uncle Zhao."

"Old Zhao rarely teaches people himself."

"Many people want to ask him for guidance, but they don't have the chance."

Shen Ze felt somewhat helpless and could only go along with his father-in-law's wishes, saying, "Then... I'll have to trouble Uncle Zhao."

"It's no trouble at all."

Zhao Gang spread out another sheet of Xuan paper: "Calligraphy requires long-term practice, but as long as the method is correct, it is not difficult to get started."

Yu Yehua immediately cleaned the table and brought out new Xuan paper.

He has loved calligraphy for many years and has practiced it for a long time.

Unfortunately, his talent was limited, and his handwriting could only ever be considered neat.

Now that Zhao Gang is willing to mentor Shen Ze, he is even happier than Shen Ze himself.

In his view, Shen Ze was already good at investing, knowledgeable in medicine, and possessed top-notch culinary skills.

If he were to learn calligraphy as well, he would truly be considered an all-rounder.

Zhao Gang picked up a calligraphy brush and began explaining and demonstrating on the spot.

"Hold the pen firmly, but not stiffly."

"Fingers control the pen shaft, and the wrist drives the pen tip."

"The strokes have varying degrees of pressure, and the transitions between strokes have varying degrees of speed."

"Many beginners only pay attention to whether each stroke looks similar, but ignore the structure of the whole character."

As he spoke, he wrote a line on a piece of paper.

This time, to make it easier for Shen Ze to copy, he deliberately slowed down and clearly demonstrated every beginning, middle, and end of the stroke.

Yu Yehua stood to the side, nodding repeatedly as he watched: "Old Zhao, your move is truly impressive."

"I've practiced for so many years, but my handwriting is still not quite there yet."

"You were almost there."

Zhao Gang bluntly said, "You're using too much force; every stroke you make is like you're wrestling with the paper."

"Can't you give me any face in front of the children?"

"Calligraphy cannot improve by focusing on appearances."

After Zhao Gang finished writing the last stroke, he handed the brush to Shen Ze.

"Try to copy it once first. Don't worry about not writing it well."

"It's perfectly normal to have an unsteady grip on the brush and a loose structure when you first start learning calligraphy."

Yu Binglan took the initiative to walk to the inkstone and bent down to grind the ink.

Her long hair fell gently over her shoulders, her movements light and delicate, and the ink gradually became even and rich.

"alright."

She gently pushed the inkstone in front of Shen Ze.

Seeing the expectant looks on the three men's faces, Shen Ze had no choice but to accept the brush.

His knuckles were naturally bent, his palm was loosely clenched, and the pen stood steadily between his fingers.

With just one gesture of holding a pen, Yu Yehua couldn't help but exclaim, "Old Zhao, look at Xiao Ze's posture! Isn't he incredibly talented?"

Zhao Gang's face also became more serious: "He held the pen very steadily, but his wrist did not stiffen. It really doesn't seem like the first time he's used it."

Yu Yehua listened with a beaming smile: "I knew Xiaoze would learn everything so quickly!"

Shen Ze did not explain. He gently dipped the tip of his brush into the ink and then placed it on the clean white Xuan paper.

The moment the first stroke was made, the smile on Zhao Gang's face froze instantly.

The brushstrokes are steady and powerful, and the placement of each stroke is precise.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Ze's wrist rotated naturally.

The brush moves smoothly across the paper, sometimes steady and weighty, sometimes light and free.

Each stroke has a clear variation, yet they are all perfectly integrated.

Without any deliberate pause or hesitation, the ink spread rapidly across the rice paper.

The entire piece of calligraphy, from the very first stroke, forms a complete and harmonious artistic conception.

Yu Yehua originally wanted to continue praising him, but the words caught in his throat and he couldn't say them.

He stared at the Xuan paper, his eyes widening.

This is hardly the work of a beginner copying.

Although Shen Ze wrote the content that Zhao Gang had just demonstrated, his brushwork, structure, and spirit completely surpassed the original!

Zhao Gang leaned forward slightly, staring intently at the calligraphy brush in Shen Ze's hand.

The brushstrokes begin with a concealed tip, move freely, and transition naturally.

Especially the last few characters, the strokes are continuous, yet each character is distinct.

He had only ever seen this kind of control in internationally renowned calligraphy masters!

Do not!

Even the masters might not be able to write it so perfectly!

Yu Binglan had already stopped writing with the ink stick in her hand. She looked at the words on the Xuan paper, then at Shen Ze, who had a calm expression, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise.

His culinary skills in the restaurant were already amazing enough, but now, his calligraphy skills are even more exaggerated!

With the final stroke, Shen Ze lightly lifted his wrist, and the brush tip naturally left the Xuan paper.

The entire study was completely quiet.

Shen Ze put down his brush and said casually, "I only know a little bit of calligraphy."

Only know a little bit?

Zhao Gang looked down at the model calligraphy he had just written, then at Shen Ze's work, and his face flushed.

Just minutes before, he had offered to teach Shen Ze the basics.

He even explained in detail how to hold the pen, how to move the pen, and the structure, encouraging Shen Ze not to worry about not writing well the first time.

But once he actually put pen to paper, the characters Shen Ze wrote casually completely outshone his work.

If this is only considered a little bit of skill, then what does his position as vice president of the Calligraphers Association even mean?

Are you just starting out?

Yu Yehua finally came to his senses. He quickly walked to the table, carefully picked up the Xuan paper, and examined it repeatedly.

"Beautiful calligraphy! This is truly beautiful calligraphy!"

"Each word, taken individually, is flawless; when put together, they seem to come alive!"

Although his calligraphy skills were limited, his appreciation ability was quite good.

Zhao Gang's works have already earned his sincere admiration.

But the calligraphy written by Shen Ze was clearly on a much higher level.

"Old Zhao, tell me the truth."

Yu Yehua looked up and asked, "Just what level is Xiaoze's calligraphy?"

After a long silence, Zhao Gang slowly spoke: "International master level, and not just an ordinary master."

"There are probably very few people in China who can compare with him in terms of brushwork, structure, and overall spirit."

Upon receiving the professional evaluation, Yu Yehua could no longer contain his pride.

"I knew it!"

"My son-in-law is truly amazing at everything he learns!"

"He's a savvy investor, knowledgeable in medicine, cooks better than professional chefs, and now even his calligraphy has reached the level of an international master!"

"Binglan, you've really found Dad an all-around perfect son-in-law this time!"

Yu Binglan looked at Shen Ze with a smile on her face: "Dad, please stop praising me."

"Why not praise him?"

Yu Yehua carefully held the calligraphy, and was satisfied with it no matter how he looked at it.

"Such a good son-in-law, can't I even say a few words of praise?"

Zhao Gang had completely abandoned his senior attitude. He walked back to the desk and carefully observed every word Shen Ze wrote.

The longer he looked at it, the more shocked he became.

He had previously thought he was in good shape today.

But when the two pieces of calligraphy are placed side by side, the flaws in his work immediately become extremely obvious.

The strokes started too heavily, the transitions were too abrupt, and the final stroke wasn't steady enough.

These problems, which were difficult to discover in the past, have nowhere to hide in the face of Shen Ze's works.

Zhao Gang took a deep breath and looked solemnly at Shen Ze: "Mr. Shen, I was just showing off my limited skills before an expert."

"There are several variations in your brushstrokes in this piece of calligraphy that I have studied for many years but have not truly mastered."

"Could you please explain what techniques were used?"