Lady Zhao had already covered her mouth, her face brimming with laughter.
"What do you think, doesn't it resemble the original?" Old Madam Lin pointed at the painting and asked Lady Zhao, "I almost thought it was a copy."
After seeing the orchid painting by Manman, it suddenly dawned on me. Jun Ye had copied his sister's orchid painting. The poor thing, Jun Ye's heart must have been in a bind. He had never learned traditional Chinese painting, so how could he paint an orchid? The only image of an orchid painting he could recall was his sister's. In order not to embarrass himself too much, he had no choice but to sketch out the image of Manman's orchid painting from memory with a brush.
What the others admired was that Jun Ye's copy of Manman's painting, aside from the slightly immature brushwork, was nearly identical, so it was no wonder Old Madam Lin had given it such high praise as "copy."
