I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 855 - Shen Family
Chapter 855: Chapter 855 Shen Family
“Dad, Mo and his friends have come over,” Shen Fei said.
Uncle Shen’s hand shook, ruining another piece of paper. “Ah!…”
He put down the brush, turned around, saw Shen Mo, and finally smiled, saying, “You’re back, all of you sit, sit! Xiaofei, go make some tea!”
Bai Youwei acted exceptionally proactive, laughing lightly, “Uncle, please continue writing, no need to specifically entertain us. Are you writing in Clerical Script? It seems we came at an inconvenient time, causing your last stroke to be unstable. What a pity to spoil such fine characters.”
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Uncle Shen felt very pleased inside, and his smile turned even brighter, “Just so-so.”
“If you call this level so-so, then we might as well stop writing altogether, many young people nowadays can’t even hold a brush properly,” Bai Youwei laughed, “They say handwriting reflects the person. With an example like Uncle, no wonder the Shen family youngsters are so talented.”
Shen Mo: “…”
Casting a glance at Bai Youwei, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had mistaken her for someone else.
Uncle Shen said, “Practicing calligraphy really can temper one’s character! I was not good at it when I was young either, too impatient, and Xiaofei inherited my temper too. Fortunately, I had the foresight to have him practice calligraphy early on. Look, he’s much more stable now…”
Bai Youwei thoroughly agreed, nodding, “No wonder he seems so promising for his age.”
Shen Fei: “…”
As if the person who had originally called him a ‘dimwit baby’ was not her.
Teacher Cheng admired Uncle Shen’s couplet and praised, “Good couplet, good couplet, ‘Four seasons bring fortune; Eight festivals endure peace’—nothing better than fortune and peace. Mr. Shen has written it well!”
If Bai Youwei’s praise could have been taken as flattery, Teacher Cheng’s words completely delighted Uncle Shen.
Uncle Shen laughed, “You flatter me! In front of you, I am merely showing off my little skill in front of an expert!”
Shen Mo looked at the warm atmosphere in the living room and interjected a bit awkwardly, “Uncle, where’s Dad?”
“In the kitchen!” Uncle Shen pointed towards the back, “He said he wanted to cook personally, to prepare a meal for you all.”
He then laughed again, “He’s been in there a while, and I haven’t even smelled a hint of oil yet.”
Bai Youwei immediately said, “It’s not right for seniors to labor for the younger ones. Uncle, Shen Mo and I will go check.”
Uncle Shen said, “Go have a look, and tell him to stop; I’ve already asked someone to start preparing the food. His aunt will bring it over in a bit.”
So Bai Youwei and Shen Mo went to the kitchen to find Shen’s father.
Tan Xiao and Pan Xiaoxin, left in the living room with nothing to do, busted out the sunflower seeds.
Teacher Cheng and Uncle Shen began discussing the couplets.
Shen Fei sat in the living room for a while but found he shared no common interests with Tan Xiao and even less with Xiaoxin. Feeling awkward, he found an excuse to go out and hurry the preparations for the meal.
…
Shen Mo and Bai Youwei went into the kitchen and saw the table and floor were stacked with all sorts of vegetables—radishes, pumpkins, potatoes, cabbages—a rich bounty of greens alone.
Shen’s father was wrapping dumplings.
In Shen Mo’s memory, this was probably the first time his father had cooked.
What could a man who never cooked suddenly prepare?
While he pondered, Bai Youwei came over again.
“Uncle looks busy, what are you making? It looks delicious,” she said sweetly, smiling, “Let me help you with it, and you can teach me what I don’t know.”
Shen Mo: “…”
A pile of raw dough, how could it look tasty?
Shen’s father laughed and replied, “That would be great, I was worried I couldn’t finish it all by myself. Shen Mo, you and Weiwei help me, go wash your hands first.”
Shen Mo walked to the sink and saw a dead fish with its belly up, its scales and flesh gruesomely removed.
Shen Mo: “…What is this?”
Shen’s father: “Ah, I was trying to make Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish, but it failed.”
Shen Mo silently washed his hands, wiped them dry, and saw a pile of white mushy substances in the trash can.
Shen Mo: “What’s this?”
Shen’s father: “Ah, then I tried making stuffed tofu, but that failed too.”
