Ma Chengteng stared at the painting Yueyao had made for a good while before he collected his thoughts and asked with a hint of skepticism, "Yueyao, did you really paint this? Don't lie to your uncle." The technique and skill were already first-rate, not to mention the realm of the artwork had soared far beyond the level of two years ago.
The two paintings were vastly different; one reason was that Yueyao had not given her all initially, and the second was that her skills had now taken a qualitative leap.
Yueyao felt somewhat embarrassed, after all, she had hidden something two years ago, and hurriedly said, "I painted it when I came over this morning."
Ma Chengteng patted Yueyao's shoulder with relief and said, "You girl, to think you've made such great progress in just two years. Good, good, really good." Yueyao's current level had already surpassed his; with her talent and perception, she would undoubtedly become a Great Painter in a few more years.
