After washing her hands, Zhao Chuchu returned to the table and noticed a strange face in the house.

"Grandpa, is this one of your new students?" Zhao Chuchu glanced at Liu Xiaoyuan and thought the boy was very handsome. If he were at her school, he could compete for the title of school heartthrob.

"My name is Zhao Chuchu, what's your name?" Zhao Chuchu took the initiative to greet Liu Xiaoyuan.

This shows that Zhao Chuchu is a lively, cheerful, and outgoing girl who loves to laugh and always has a smile on her face.

"Chuchu, don't be silly!" Zhao Qianhai said quickly when he saw his granddaughter being so disrespectful, afraid that she might offend Master Liu Xiaoyuan with her rude words.

"Grandpa, what did I do wrong?" Zhao Chuchu asked, puzzled, her lips pouting.

Liu Xiaoyuan quickly smiled and said, "Grandpa Zhao, there's no need for that. Just treat me as a junior."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuchu looked at Liu Xiaoyuan with surprise and asked, "Aren't you my grandfather's student?"

From the way Liu Xiaoyuan addressed Zhao Qianhai just now, we can tell that if he were Zhao Qianhai's student, he would definitely call him "teacher," not "Old Master Zhao."

What puzzled Zhao Chuchu was that her grandfather seemed to respect this young and handsome man very much. In all her life, Zhao Chuchu had never seen her grandfather act like this before.

"Yes, I'm not your grandfather's student. By the way, my name is Liu Xiaoyuan!" Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile, clearly having a good impression of Zhao Chuchu, this cheerful and lively girl.

"Oh, so you're not my grandfather's student. Then what brings you here? Do you want a piece of his calligraphy?" Zhao Chuchu asked with a smile.

"Chuchu, you mustn't be rude to Master Liu!" Zhao Qianhai said hurriedly when he saw his granddaughter becoming increasingly disrespectful.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuchu was surprised. Her grandfather was calling this young man beside her a master. What was going on? Was there something wrong with her ears?

"Could this man beside me be a charlatan?" Zhao Chuchu could only think of this possibility, because her grandmother was quite superstitious, and those street fortune tellers claimed to be masters. That's why Zhao Chuchu had this thought.

Zhao Chuchu is the kind of girl who says whatever comes to mind; she's straightforward and doesn't have many hidden agendas.

“Grandpa, Grandma, why did you invite a fortune teller again? Didn’t I tell you? These fortune tellers are all liars. If they could really predict the future, why don’t they tell their own fortunes instead of sitting on the street every day telling fortunes?” Zhao Chuchu said incessantly.

Zhao Chuchu, a flower raised under the red flag, didn't believe in fortune tellers on the street at all, and also advised her grandparents not to believe them.

Zhao Chuchu mistook Liu Xiaoyuan for one of those fortune tellers who were swindling people, and quickly tried to persuade her grandparents not to be fooled.

"With such good looks, why does he have to do this deceitful thing?" Zhao Chuchu had the feeling of a beautiful woman forced into a thief's life.

At the same time, after learning that Liu Xiaoyuan was a fortune teller who was a fraud, Zhao Chuchu's impression of Liu Xiaoyuan plummeted!

Holy crap! They think I'm some kind of fortune teller on the street? That's some serious imagination!

If I had a mustache, I might look somewhat like one, but with my handsome face now, how could I possibly look like a fortune teller on the street? Have you ever seen such a handsome fortune teller?

Liu Xiaoyuan didn't argue, knowing that someone would defend him.

Just as Liu Xiaoyuan had expected, Zhao Qianhai angrily said as soon as Zhao Chuchu finished speaking, "Chuchu, what nonsense are you talking about? Master Liu is not a fortune teller, he is a master in the field of calligraphy!"

"Ah!?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Chuchu's cherry-like mouth opened wide, almost big enough to fit an egg.

A master in the field of calligraphy? Grandpa, are you joking? Today isn't April Fool's Day, is it?

"Grandpa, you said he's a master in the field of calligraphy?" Zhao Chuchu asked incredulously.

Although Zhao Chuchu didn't know much about the calligraphy world, her grandfather was a calligraphy master, so she had been exposed to it from a young age and knew that those who achieved something in the field of calligraphy all had a certain amount of life experience.

It seems there are no young calligraphy masters like Liu Xiaoyuan.

"Yes!" Zhao Qianhai nodded heavily and said, "Therefore, Chu Chu, you must not be rude to Master Liu!"

Liu Xiaoyuan was already embarrassed that Zhao Qianhai had bestowed upon him the title of "master" by cheating, but now that Zhao Qianhai was calling himself a master in the field of calligraphy, Liu Xiaoyuan felt even more uncomfortable.

“Grandpa Zhao, if you keep calling me Master, I’ll feel embarrassed to stay here any longer!” Liu Xiaoyuan said. “Grandpa Zhao, I think it would be better if you just called me Xiao Liu. It sounds more comfortable to me.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianhai said, "Since you've said so, Master Liu, then I'll take advantage of my seniority and call you Young Friend Liu or Mr. Liu. This old man feels a bit awkward calling you Master Liu all the time!"

Whatever you call me, it's better than what Master Liu says!

Zhao Chuchu ate the meal in complete shock. She hadn't expected that the handsome man beside her wasn't a fortune teller as she had guessed, but a calligraphy master.

Zhao Chuchu knew her grandfather's temperament and personality; he was no ordinary person, and he wouldn't willingly call someone a master.

After lunch, Zhao Chuchu ignored her grandfather's scolding and dragged Liu Xiaoyuan to Zhao Qianhai's study, asking him to write a few words for her to see.

Being doubted by a beautiful woman is a very uncomfortable thing. It seems that Zhao Chuchu won't believe him unless he shows off his skills.

Liu Xiaoyuan walked to the desk and said, "Zhao Chuchu, since you want me to show off my skills, then please grind the ink for me."

Zhao Chuchu glanced at Liu Xiaoyuan, then walked to the inkstone and began grinding ink.

Upon seeing that the ink had been ground, Liu Xiaoyuan immediately summoned Emperor Huizong of Song, and then picked up a brush and wrote the three characters "Zhao Chuchu" on a blank sheet of Xuan paper.

Upon seeing the three large, slender characters in the thin gold style on the Xuan paper, Zhao Chuchu was once again astonished.

Although Zhao Chuchu didn't have much knowledge of calligraphy, she had grown up with her grandfather and knew a little about it.

Although Zhao Chuchu couldn't see why these three characters were better than her grandfather's, she felt that Liu Xiaoyuan's writing was at least on par with her grandfather's!

Seeing Zhao Chuchu's surprised expression, Liu Xiaoyuan put the pen on the pen holder, smiled, and asked Zhao Chuchu, "Now you should believe that I'm not a fortune teller, right?"

Zhao Chuchu shook her head vigorously, saying, "Liu Xiaoyuan, are you a genius?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoyuan's mischievous side kicked in. He sighed and said, "Sigh! You already know! Sigh, since you already know, I won't hide it anymore. Actually, I am a genius. In fact, I'm not only a genius, but also a handsome genius, and I've always been the object of envy and jealousy from other men!"

(End of this chapter)