Chapter 856 Shen Family

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

Uncle Shen's hand trembled and he wrote another piece of paper wasted, "Alas!..."

He put down his pen, turned around and saw Shen Mo, finally showed a smile and said hello: "I'm back, everyone, sit down! Xiao Fei, go get some tea!"

Bai Youwei acted extremely proactively and said with a smile: "Uncle, please continue writing. There is no need to entertain us specially. Is what you are writing official script? It seems that we came at an unlucky time, which caused your last stroke to not be stable. It is a pity." Character."

Uncle Shen felt very satisfied, and the smile on his face became brighter, "It's just average."

"If your level is average, then we won't be able to write. How many young people nowadays can't even hold a writing brush." ​​Bai Youwei said with a smile, "They all say that words are like people, and with the uncle as a role model, it's no wonder that the younger generation of the Shen family is talented. Jiji.”

Shen Mo: "..."

Looking at Bai Youwei from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but wonder if he had mistaken the wrong person.

Uncle Shen said: "This calligraphy practice can indeed temper your mind! I was not good at it when I was young and was very irritable. My Xiao Fei also inherited my impatience. Fortunately, I had the foresight to teach him how to practice calligraphy early. Look, now Much more stable..."

Bai Youwei took it seriously and nodded: "No wonder, you can tell he is young and promising at the first glance."

Shen Fei: "..."

It was as if she wasn't the one who scolded him as a mentally retarded baby.

Teacher Cheng saw Uncle Shen's Spring Festival couplets and also praised them: "Good couplets, good couplets, good luck in the four seasons, peace in the eight festivals, there is nothing better than auspiciousness and peace, Mr. Shen wrote well!"

If Bai Youwei was suspected of flattering, then Uncle Shen was completely elated when Teacher Cheng said these words.

Uncle Shen smiled and said, "You're so grateful! In front of you, I'm just doing my best!"

Shen Mo looked at the warmth in the living room and interrupted a little stiffly: "Uncle, where is my dad?"

"Kitchen!" Uncle Shen pointed to the back, "He said he would cook himself and prepare a table of food for you."

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

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

Uncle Shen said, "Go and have a look and tell him to stop doing it. I've already asked someone to prepare it. His aunt will deliver the food in a moment."

So Bai Youwei and Shen Mo went to the kitchen to find Father Shen.

Tanxiao and Pan Xiaoxin stayed in the living room with nothing to do, eating melon seeds facing each other.

Teacher Cheng and Uncle Shen studied the couplets together.

Shen Fei sat in the living room for a while. He and Xiaoxin had no common language, and he and Xiaoxin couldn't find a topic. He felt really awkward, so he made an excuse and went out to order the food.

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Shen Mo and Bai Youwei went to the kitchen and saw that there were piles of various vegetables on the table and floor, including radish, pumpkin, potatoes and Chinese cabbage. The vegetarian dishes alone were quite abundant.

Father Shen is making dumplings.

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

What can a man who doesn't know how to cook suddenly cook?

Just as he was wondering, Bai Youwei came again.

"Hello uncle, what are you making? It looks delicious." She said with a sweet smile, "Let me help you make it together. Please teach me what you don't know."

Shen Mo: "..."

How can you tell if a pile of dough tastes good?

Father Shen smiled and said, "That's great. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to finish it. Shen Mo, please help me with Weiwei. Go wash your hands first."

Shen Mo walked to the edge of the pool and saw a dead fish with rolled eyes inside. The fish's scales had been cut off along with the fish's flesh, which was too horrible to look at.

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

Father Shen: "Oh, I originally planned to make squirrel mandarin fish, but it failed."

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

Shen Mo: "What is this?"

Father Shen: "Alas, I tried to make stuffed tofu later but failed."

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