"Dad, Brother Mo and his friends are here." Chen Fei said.

Uncle Shen shook his hand and wrote another piece, "Oh!..."

He put down his pen, turned around and saw Shen Mo, and finally smiled and greeted: "I'm back, sit all the time, sit all the time! Xiao Fei, go and pour tea!"

Bai Youwei acted extremely proactively and said with a smile: "Uncle, please continue writing. Don't treat us specifically. Is this official script you wrote? It seems that we did not happen by chance, which made your last stroke fall flat, but unfortunately, a good handwriting."

Uncle Shen felt very helpful, and his smile on his face became brighter, "Overall, just average."

"If your level is average, we will not be able to write. Nowadays, many young people can't even take brushes." Bai Youwei smiled, "It is said that the handwriting is like the other person. If you have an uncle as an example, no wonder the Shen family has many talents."

Shen Mo: "..."

Yu Guang looked at Bai Youwei and couldn't help but wonder whether he had recognized the wrong person.

Uncle Shen said: "This practice of calligraphy can indeed temper one's character! I was not good at it when I was young, and I was very frigid. My Xiaofei also inherited my impatient attitude. Fortunately, I had the foresight and taught him to practice calligraphy early. Look, I am much more stable now..."

Bai Youwei agreed and nodded and said, "No wonder, he knew that he was young and promising at first glance."

Chen Fei: "..."

It seemed that the person who called him the wise baby was not her.

Teacher Cheng read Uncle Shen’s Spring Festival couplets and praised: “Good couplets, good couplets, good couplets, good celebrations in all seasons, and peace in eight festivals. Nothing can be better than peace in all auspiciousness. Mr. Chen wrote it well!”

If Bai Youwei is suspected of flattering, then as soon as Teacher Cheng said this, Uncle Shen was completely overjoyed.

Uncle Shen smiled and said, "You are too rewarded! I am showing off my skills in front of you!"

Shen Mo looked at the warmth in the living room and the slightly stiff socket: "Uncle, where is my dad?"

"Kitchen!" Uncle Shen pointed behind, "I said I would cook myself and get you a table of dishes."

After saying that, he laughed again: "I have been in for a long time, and I haven't even smelled the smell of oil."

Bai Youwei immediately said, "There is no reason to let the elders work hard for the younger generation. Uncle, Shen Mo and I will go and have a look."

Uncle Shen said: "You go and have a look and tell him not to do it. I have asked someone to prepare. His aunt will bring the food here in a while."

So Bai Youwei and Shen Mo went to the kitchen to find Shen’s father.

Tan Xiao and Pan Xiao stayed in the living room. They had nothing to do, and they ate melon seeds in front of each other.

Teacher Cheng and Uncle Shen studied couplets together.

Chen Fei sat in the living room for a while. He had no common language with Tan Xiao and couldn't find any topics with Xiao Xin. He felt really awkward, so he found an excuse to go out to urge vegetables.

...

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei went to the kitchen and saw that there were all kinds of vegetables on the table and under the ground, radish, pumpkin, potatoes, and cabbage. The vegetarian dishes alone were quite rich.

Father Chen is making dumplings.

In Shen Mo's impression, this was probably the first time his father cooked.

What kind of dishes can a man who can't cook at all suddenly cook?

He was wondering when Bai Youwei was coming again.

"Hello uncle, what are you doing? It looks delicious." She said with a sweet mouth, "I'll help you with it. Teach me more where I don't know."

Shen Mo: "..."

How can you tell that it is delicious with a bunch of dough?

Chen's father smiled and said, "That's great. I'm worried that I can't finish it. Shen Mo, please help me with Vivi, go wash your hands first."

Shen Mo walked to the pool and saw a dead fish rolling her eyes inside. The scales were peeled off with the fish meat, which was terrible.

Shen Mo: "...What is this?"

Chen’s father: “Oh, I was going to be a squirrel mandarin fish, but it failed.”

Shen Mo washed his hands silently, took a tissue to dry it, and saw a pile of white mud-like objects in the trash can.

Shen Mo: "What is this?"
Chapter completed!