"How do you feel about it?" Yun Jie showed the painting to Mrs. Zhao, and her smile gleamed with a decision already seven or eight parts made.
Mrs. Zhao's critical eyes flickered with surprise as they swept over the painting, and her thoughtful gaze was finely honed, "Orchid paintings follow the 'Orchid Painting Secret' in four words, saying the essence of painting orchids lies in capturing the spirit; spirit comes first. This thing called 'spirit' cannot be touched unless the heart is moved; it can certainly establish whether a work is from a great master."
This speech from Mrs. Zhao, to outsiders like Lu Huan and Yao Zibao, left them sweating profusely: abstruse and profound, not something ordinary people could comprehend.
Yun Jie smiled and looked towards her husband.
The taciturn Bai Dui nodded, "Not yet thirty, and the orchids in her painting possess such spirit, it's nothing short of a touch of genius."
