Dad: I was reborn after my daughter died

Gu Chen looked curious, "Isn't writing elegiac couplets your best? Can you still be upset?"

You know, when Gu Chen went to his house when he was a child, the old Wangtou was always writing, and the writing was so smooth and beautiful.

The old Wangtou shook his head helplessly, "It's not that time back then. Now that I'm getting old, I can't accept it anymore. My hands are always shaking. Forget it, let's not talk about it. I'll go back now."

If it weren't for this trembling hand, he wouldn't be able to wash his hands in a golden basin, and he couldn't help but think about it.

It's hard for him to stop Gu Chen when he said that.

He nodded, "Okay, Uncle Wang, you are busy with your work, I will serve you a bowl when it is done!"

Although hot pot has to be eaten while cooking, rural people don't pay much attention to it. It's the same after cooking and eating.

Especially those like Mr. Wang, whoever has a stutter is fine!

Lao Wang didn't refuse either, he opened his mouth and smiled.

"Okay boy, then I'll wait for you!"

He has no children all his life, and he sincerely treats Gu Chen as his own child, so he is not polite or embarrassed.

Since the child is filial piety!

......

Half an hour later, the steaming hot pot was ready. In order to eat this hot pot, Shen Cuizhi went to Lao Wang's house to get an induction cooker.

Induction cookers these days are really precious items.

The whole family sat in a circle on the round table in the main room, the gluttons in Liu Lizhen and Fan Xiaoli's stomachs had already been hooked out, especially Fan Xiaoli, who was so big that she swallowed greedily.

Just waiting for Gu Chen's pot.

Seeing Gu Chen coming in with a pot of red soup, he quickly stood up to help.

Fan Xiaoli helped put the pot on the induction cooker, rubbed her hands impatiently the next second, and smiled enthusiastically.

"Oh, this third brother is really good at cooking, it's really gluttonous."

Gu He also agreed, "That's right, the green pepper shredded pork at noon, that's a meal, it's so delicious!"

Hearing this, Gu Hang picked up the chopsticks and looked at his second son with a look of disgust, "Okay, why don't you eat?"

At this moment, Ji Pianran and Shen Cuizhi came in with various dishes.

What oyster mushrooms, bean skins, meat rolls, bamboo shoots and so on.

As soon as the dishes were put on the table, everyone rushed to pour them into the pot.

If you want to blame it, you can blame Gu Chen for making this hot pot so delicious.

Just smelling it will make people salivate continuously.

The family sat down talking and laughing, and they all picked up their chopsticks and waited for the cooking to be ready to eat.

Only Gu Chen didn't seem to be in a hurry, he still had to send some to Old Wang.

Gu Chen went back to the kitchen, found a small porcelain basin, and followed him back to the main hall.

At this moment, the dishes are almost cooked, and everyone is eager to try and prepare to move their chopsticks.

Gu Chen smiled, "Don't worry, I'll send some to Uncle Wang, we wouldn't be able to eat this hot pot without his induction cooker."

This is true, as the saying goes, don't forget the well digger when you drink water.

Gu Chen has never been an ungrateful person, especially the kind who loved him since he was a child.

He was even more grateful from the heart.

After finishing speaking, I basically finished the first pot of vegetables.

Don't forget to bring some soup after fishing.

This made Fan Xiaoli greedy, why, it was so easy to cook, and she didn't eat a single chopstick, so why did she take it away.

She curled her lips aggrievedly, and sat down listlessly.

Gu Hang agreed with Gu Chen's approach.

This kid, who knows how to repay his kindness, is a good guy!

Based on this alone, I will not be able to do anything unscrupulous in the future!

......

Gu Chen took the porcelain basin and went to the old Mr. Wang's house nearby.

The door was not locked, and as soon as I entered the yard, I saw a few wreaths standing by the wall, and there were some cranes beside it.

It looks like it should be made for the village chief's mother.

Gu Chen took a closer look, and there really wasn't a single word on the wreath.

He frowned. Just now he said that he was upset when he wrote it, but Gu Chen didn't think it was a big problem. After all, the old Wangtou was very professional in writing elegiac couplets and inscriptions.

But now, he suddenly felt as if it was real.

Thinking about it, Gu Chen entered the house with a hot hot pot.

In the room, Old Wang was sitting at the table, holding a brush in his hand, with a sad expression on his face.

There are still a lot of waste rice paper lying on the ground, which can be seen as waste.

Seeing Gu Chen coming, he suddenly thought of how he came to his house to eat when he was a child.

He couldn't help laughing wryly, "Times have really changed." He gestured with his hands, "You were only so tall when you were young, and you followed my butt every day, Uncle Wang, I'm hungry, Uncle Wang, I want to eat ice cream, and in a blink of an eye So high."

There was an unconcealable loss in his old tone.

After finishing speaking, Pharaoh suddenly laughed again. The little brat who asked him what he wanted to eat now brought him food, and it still didn't hurt in vain!

Gu Chen put the hot pot on the square table behind, "Okay, Uncle Wang, eat some first, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

The taste of the hot pot is really fragrant, and the fragrance is very attractive.

But Old Wang is not in the mood right now. After all, he has not written a pair of elegiac couplets. There are six pairs of wreaths in total, and one pair is two, which means that he has to write twelve pairs of elegiac couplets.

This is Lin Lin smashing his own signboard.

Especially when the other party is the village head.

The more I think about it, the more I feel sad!

Seeing that he was not moving, Gu Chen walked to the writing desk and looked at him, with a regretful expression on his face.

"You really can't write anymore?"

The old Wangtou was already in a hurry, but when he heard Gu Chen's question, he said angrily, "Aren't you talking nonsense! Brat, do you want to see my joke?"

Looking at the wrinkles on Old Wang's face, Gu Chen couldn't help but feel distressed, "That's right, I can't see your jokes, if I can't write them, let me write them."

Gu Chen originally thought that this intermediate calligraphy would stop at writing Spring Festival couplets, but unexpectedly, he could also write elegiac couplets.

He wanted to laugh a little.

Hearing what he said, Old Wangtou immediately laughed out loud, "Boy, did you drink too much at noon and didn't wake up?"

He doesn't understand others, but he can't understand Gu Chen. Writing is uglier than a dog crawling.Also write elegiac couplets.

"Okay, don't make trouble, I'm taking a rest, let's see if I can do it later."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the square table where he was eating.

With the chopsticks that Gu Chen was fishing for, he began to eat immediately.

After taking a bite, the expression on his face instantly changed to surprise.

I didn't expect Gu Chen to have this kind of craftsmanship. This hot pot is so authentic.

If it wasn't for his understanding, he would really wonder if Gu Chen was born in Sichuan since he was a child!

"Well, this taste is authentic! You kid can do it."

After finishing speaking, he found that there were still bones in the basin, so he gnawed them excitedly.

Gu Chen didn't stay idle either, he picked up the brush directly, and started to write the elegiac couplet facing the book next to him.

He turned his back to Lao Wang. At this moment, Lao Wang was about to say something. When he turned his head and saw that Gu Chen was actually writing calligraphy, although he didn't know what he wrote, but from the back, the technique and strength should Well written.

He was a little surprised, and walked towards Gu Chen without putting down the bones.

After leaning his head and looking forward, he saw clearly the words written by Gu Chen.

The old Wangtou was completely shocked.

Gu Chen wrote this word?

This pen is vigorous, sophisticated, and the writing is smooth and smooth, which is better than my own writing!

What has this bastard been doing all these years after he got married?

The ox bone in his hand fell to the ground with a "crack".

Hearing the sound, he just realized it, and hurriedly bent down to pick it up, "What a crime, such a delicious bone, I lost it before I finished gnawing it!"