Chapter 71 Are you really the Wen family’s sister?
Shen Hanxing smiled and sat on a stool beside him: "It's okay, I will teach you slowly later."
Shen Xiucai came out of the room: "Wen girl is here!"
Wen Zhenyi looked up at him: “Grandpa Shen, is your headache better?”
Shen Hanxing looked at his grandfather with a half-smile.
Shen Xiucai avoided his gaze and coughed lightly a few times: "Okay, okay, your hangover soup is really good."
"If you drink alcohol often, I'll tell you the recipe. Next time you drink, boil a bowl of it and drink it. I guarantee you'll be fine the next day."
"Okay, tell me later and I'll write it down."
“Grandpa Shen, you guys should eat first.”
After Shen Xiucai sat down, Shen Hanxing stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks: "Has the Wen family's sister eaten?"
"I've eaten, don't worry about me."
Shen Hanxing nodded and went to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks.
Shen Xiucai blinked when he saw Shen Hanxing leave: "He only talks more when he is with you. Usually he will only answer you when you ask him."
Wen Zhenyi was slightly stunned: "I see he usually talks a lot."
Shen Xiucai pursed his lips: "That depends on who it is. Just look at how he treats an old man like me and you'll know."
Wen Zhenyi chuckled.
When Shen Hanxing came out with the dishes and chopsticks, he saw her smiling happily, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously: “What are you so happy about.”
“Nothing, Grandpa Shen told me some interesting stories.”
Chen Hanxing looked at his grandfather: When did you learn to tell stories?
Mr. Shen: It’s none of your business.
It was unclear what was conveyed between their eyes, but Wen Zhenyi found it quite interesting.
Shen Xiucai took the bowl and chopsticks and looked at the rice ball in the bowl: "I didn't have much appetite in such hot weather, but seeing this rice ball of yours makes me want to eat again."
"I also thought that you wouldn't have much appetite in the hot weather, so I made some simple food."
"This looks delicious. Let me try it." Shen Xiucai said as he picked up a rice ball and put it in his mouth and took a bite.
Chen Hanxing didn't say much. He quietly picked up one and started eating it slowly.
Shen Xiucai mumbled with a rice ball in his mouth, "It's delicious, delicious. It has the aroma of meat, the fragrance of cucumber, and the crispness of carrots."
If Shen Hanxing had eaten one bite before, he would not have picked up his chopsticks again. Now that he can finish two rice dumplings, it is already a very good improvement.
"Brother Shen, can you eat so much for every meal?"
Before Shen Hanxing could answer, Shen Xiucai answered: "How could that be possible? He can only eat so much of the food you sent him. He can't eat a single bite of food from other places."
Wen Zhenyi looked at him and asked, "Still no appetite?"
Shen Hanxing shook his head and put down the dishes: "It's just not as good as what you made."
"Then I'll deliver all three meals to you from now on."
"This is too much trouble."
"No, my family rented a shop at the market today, so it won't be too much trouble to send you food later."
When Shen Xiucai heard this, there was no reason for him to refuse: "Wen girl, I will give you the money later."
"Grandpa." Shen Hanxing said somewhat unhappy.
Mr. Shen knew his grandson's temper, so he could only wipe his nose and shut up.
"Sister Wen, you don't have to listen to my grandfather. You're already very hard-working doing business every day. Bringing me a meal is already very good. You really don't have to work so hard for me anymore."
"What does it matter? We have to eat as a family anyway. It's just a matter of two more people eating. If you think it's troublesome for us to deliver the food, then you can eat at the store at noon and in the afternoon."
Shen Hanxing looked at her indifferent expression and was a little unsure whether he should agree or not.
Wen Zhenyi continued, "Besides, I also charge money, it's not free, right, Grandpa Shen." After saying that, he looked at Shen Xiucai and blinked.
"Yes, yes, we'll pay." Shen Xiucai immediately agreed.
He could see Shen Hanxing’s appetite during this period, from not eating a single bite at the beginning, to eating one or two bites, and now being able to eat two rice balls, which was a comfort to him.
Although I can only eat the food cooked by the girl from the Wen family, it is better than not being able to eat anything.
Chen Hanxing looked at the two of them singing the same tune and could only nod and agree: "We'll go after your store opens. It's not convenient now."
Wen Zhenyi smiled and nodded: "Okay."
After dinner, Shen Hanxing took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, ready to teach Wen Zhenyi a few words. Old man Shen said he was full and felt weak, so he ran back to his room to rest.
In fact, he was secretly hiding in the room and observing the two people in the yard.
Chen Hanxing has reached the age for marriage, and the matchmaker has come many times, but his health has always been poor. He is really afraid of harming the girl, so he has delayed it until now.
Now that he has started eating, does it mean that his health will gradually improve? But what if he only eats the food cooked by the girl from the Wen family in the future?
He paced around the room with his hands behind his back for a few times, then stretched his head out the window to look at the two people who were studying calligraphy seriously. It seemed like it would be nice if the girl from the Wen family could be his daughter-in-law. Wouldn't he be able to eat delicious food every day?
It seems that Han Xing, the child, treats her differently.
Shen Xiucai seemed to be suddenly enlightened. He lay down on the bed, humming a little tune and closing his eyes to rest. It was still early, so he would observe for a while. However, he had to find a chance to talk to Brother Wen.
As he was thinking, he fell asleep.
Wen Zhenyi looked at Shen Hanxing writing three words on the paper. It looked like his own name, but it didn’t seem like it: “Is this my name?”
Shen Hanxing smiled and nodded: “Yes, Wen Zhenyi.”
Wen Zhenyi looked at his own name. The characters here were beyond his comprehension. It would probably take a lot of time to learn them all.
"Let me try." He said and picked up the brush beside him.
Chen Hanxing noticed that her brush-holding gesture was very standard and natural, as if she had practiced it more than once. "Can you write?"
Wen Zhenyi paused slightly while holding the brush: "I should say I can write, but I can't read."
Shen Hanxing didn’t know what was going on, and she had never encountered such a situation before: “You try.”
Wen Zhenyi held the brush in her hand and began to write her name on a piece of paper. Her handwriting was neat yet elegant.
Shen Hanxing looked at her handwriting, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly. This handwriting was not much worse than his, but she didn't know how to read, which made him a little puzzled.
Wen Zhenyi looked at his name. He hadn't written calligraphy in a long time, and it felt a little rusty. Before accepting bounty missions, he would practice calligraphy to calm his mind.
She never expected that one day she would have to discard her accustomed fountain pen and use a brush as her replacement for writing.
She handed the paper to Shen Hanxing: “Did I write it correctly?”
"Yes, even the order of the strokes is correct." When Shen Hanxing said this, her eyes were full of inquiry: "Are you really the sister of the Wen family?"
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