"Dad, Brother Mo and his friends are here." Shen Fei said.
Uncle Shen shook his hand and wrote another one, "Alas!..."
He put down his pen, turned around and saw Shen Mo, finally showing a smile and greeting, "I'm back, all sit down, all sit down! Xiaofei, hurry up and pour tea!"
Bai Youwei was very active and smiled and said: "Uncle, go ahead and write, don't specially entertain us, is this the official script you wrote? It seems that we came by accident and caused your last stroke to fail, but it's a pity that it was a good one. Character."
Uncle Shen was very useful in his heart, and the smile on his face became more and more bright, "It's normal, it's just normal."
"If your level is average, then we won't be able to write. How many young people now can't even hold a brush." Bai Youwei smiled, "Everyone speaks like a person, with an uncle as an example, no wonder there are talents in the younger generation of the Shen family. Jiji."
Shen Mo: "..."
Yu Guang glanced at Bai Youwei, and couldn't help but wonder if he was wrong.
Uncle Shen said: "This calligraphy practice can really improve the character! I couldn't do it when I was young, and I was very frizzy. My family Xiaofei also inherited my impatience. Fortunately, I had the foresight and taught him to practice calligraphy early. Look, now Much more stable…”
Bai Youwei agreed, nodded and said, "No wonder, he knows that he is young and promising."
Shen Fei: "..."
As if she was not the one who scolded his mentally retarded baby at the beginning.
Teacher Cheng looked at Uncle Shen's Spring Festival couplets and praised them: "Good couplets, good couplets, there are many auspicious celebrations at four o'clock, and eight festivals are always safe. There is nothing better than auspicious celebrations and peace. Mr. Shen wrote well!"
If Bai Youwei was suspected of flattering, then Uncle Shen was completely elated when Teacher Cheng said this.
Uncle Shen said with a smile, "You've overdone the prize! I'm in front of you, it's a banquet!"
Shen Mo looked at the warmth in the living room, and said a little stiffly, "Uncle, where is my dad?"
"Kitchen!" Uncle Shen pointed to the back, "I said I would cook by myself and get you a table of dishes."
After he finished speaking, he laughed again: "It's been a long time since I went in, and I didn't even smell the smell of oily flowers."
Bai Youwei immediately said: "There is no reason for the elders to work hard for the younger generation, uncle, Shen Mo and I will go take a look."
Uncle Shen said, "Go and have a look and tell him not to do it. I've already asked someone to prepare it, and his aunt will bring the dishes in a while."
So Bai Youwei and Shen Mo went to the kitchen to find Father Shen.
Tan Xiao and Pan Xiaoxin stayed in the living room and had nothing to do, they nibbled melon seeds against each other.
Teacher Cheng and Uncle Shen studied couplets together.
Shen Fei sat in the living room for a while. He didn't have a common language for chatting and laughing, and he couldn't find a topic with Xiaoxin. He felt awkward, so he made an excuse and went out to rush dishes.
…
Shen Mo and Bai Youwei went to the kitchen and saw that on the ground floor, there were piles of various vegetables, radishes, pumpkins, potatoes, and Chinese cabbage. The vegetarian dishes were quite rich.
Father Shen is making dumplings.
In Shen Mo's impression, this was probably his father's first time cooking.
A man who can't cook at all suddenly starts cooking, what can he cook
He was wondering when Bai Youwei came again.
"Hello, uncle, what are you doing? It looks delicious." She said with a sweet mouth and a smile, "I'll help you with it. If you don't know how, you can teach me more."
Shen Mo: "..."
A pile of raw dough, how can you see that it is delicious
Father Shen said with a smile, "That's great. I'm worried that I can't finish it. Shen Mo, you and Weiwei can help me with it. Go and wash your hands first."
Shen Mo walked to the side of the pool and saw a dead fish with its eyes rolled in it. The scales of the fish were peeled off with the flesh of the fish, which was horrible to see.
Shen Mo: "...what is this?"
Father Shen: "Oh, I was going to make squirrel mandarin fish, but it failed."
Shen Mo silently washed his hands, took out a paper towel to dry, and saw a pile of white mud-like objects in the trash can.
Shen Mo: "What is this?".
Father Shen: "Well, I tried to make stuffed tofu later, but I failed."