After a satisfying meal, Chen Yiping prepared to leave.
"Thank you all for taking me in. This meal is truly unforgettable. This is all the money I have on me; consider it payment for today's meal." Chen Yiping took out all the money from his inner pocket and placed it on the table.
Although he was eating with strangers, it was the best, most heartwarming and comfortable meal he had had in years, and he felt it was worth every penny.
At first glance, there are several hundred-yuan bills on the surface, along with some change.
No matter how much Lin Guihua loves money, she couldn't bring herself to charge a kind and gentle old man several hundred yuan for a few dishes.
So he generously pushed the money back.
"Sir, forget about the money. We're lucky to have met. Consider it a favor that you helped us taste the dishes."
Knowing their concerns, Chen Yiping looked around and suddenly said, "If I'm not mistaken, your restaurant doesn't seem to have a name yet?"
Lin Guihua slapped her thigh: "Oh dear, that's right, how could we have forgotten about this?"
Liu Yihang then realized that his restaurant didn't have a name yet, unlike the neighboring shops which all had signs hanging outside.
A pillow for someone who's sleepy.
Chen Yiping said happily, "What a coincidence! I do know how to write a few words. How about I write a few words for you as payment for your meal?"
He was being modest when he said that; you should know that people who come to him with money usually don't necessarily write for him.
While not quite a thousand pieces of gold per word, it certainly fetches a thousand yuan per word.
Chen Yiping was in high spirits today and offered to write a calligraphy piece as a token of his gratitude.
Lin Guihua didn't understand. She thought to herself, "This old man must be drunk. Everyone can write. Even her son can write. Why would he need his handwriting?"
Liu Yihang understood that the old man must be an extraordinary calligrapher, and the experience he had just gained must have come from him.
A renowned calligrapher personally inscribed a message for their small shop—this is a wonderful thing that shouldn't be missed.
He quickly said, "That's great! We need it in our shop. Thank you so much. I'll go buy some paper and pens right away."
Seeing their son so overjoyed that he seemed completely out of control, Lin Guihua and Liu Xiangdong were puzzled but didn't ask any further questions.
Yunyin and her family were also puzzled by Liu Yihang's attitude and watched the old man and the young man closely.
Liu Yihang quickly went to the stationery store in front and bought a set of medium-grade writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, which cost him more than two hundred yuan.
Liu Yihang laid the Xuan paper on a clean square table, weighed it down with a paperweight, and then took out an ink stick to grind the ink.
Chen Yiping didn't mind the ordinary writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Seeing that his operation was fairly standard and without any mistakes, he assumed that he had practiced calligraphy and let him be.
"What name are you going to use?"
Lin Guihua and Liu Xiangdong both shook their heads and looked at their son: "Let's listen to Hanghang!"
Liu Yihang is terrible at naming things and couldn't think of any good names for a while.
"I can't think of a good name right now, so why don't you do me the trouble of coming up with one for me?" Liu Yihang said with a simple smile.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yiping lowered his head and pondered for a moment.
"How about we call it Scented Abode? You can smell the fragrance from afar, and I was attracted here by the fragrance. It couldn't be more fitting."
Everyone thought it was a good name.
"I think it's okay."
"not bad."
"The old man is good at naming."
That's how Wenxiangju was decided.
Chen Yiping carefully washed his hands, then slowly sat down and picked up his pen to write the inscription.
The old man, who seemed like an ordinary person before, suddenly changed his demeanor and became incredibly imposing the moment he picked up a pen.
He lifted his pen with effortless grace, each stroke revealing the tension hidden within the tranquility of the calligrapher's handwriting.
The parents were alright; they didn't understand calligraphy, so they just thought it looked impressive, but they didn't know exactly how impressive it was.
Liu Yihang and Yunyin were completely stunned.
Liu Yihang gained fifty years of calligraphy experience from Chen Yiping. Despite knowing nothing about calligraphy, looking at this piece of calligraphy naturally brought forth many insights and perspectives in his mind.
In his view, every character contains the owner's thoughts and wisdom, truly reflecting the heart in the words. This piece of calligraphy is a product of its owner's excellent state of mind, and can be described as perfect.
As for Yunyin, she had practiced calligraphy for several years before, and Yunxiao even specially invited a famous teacher to guide her.
Therefore, she could tell at a glance that the old man was extraordinary. Such handwriting was simply a visual feast, concise yet sophisticated, perfectly showcasing the owner's personality.
After Chen Yiping finished writing, she went over to take a look.
Chen Yiping was clearly very satisfied with his calligraphy today, nodding and smiling repeatedly.
After looking her over, Yunyin asked, "May I ask if you are Master Chen Yiping?"
Chen Yiping was surprised that someone could recognize him based on just a few words in his handwriting, and found it rather amusing.
"Little girl, you have a good eye!"
When Yunyin was learning calligraphy, she copied the calligraphy of several of the most famous contemporary calligraphers. She felt that it was somewhat familiar, and it took her a long time to remember that it was Chen Yiping's style.
"Your calligraphy is truly a feast for the eyes!" she exclaimed, like a devoted fan chasing after a star.
The old man and the young man smiled at each other.
Although Liu Yihang had Chen Yiping's calligraphy experience, he did not know Chen Yiping's personal life, so he found it difficult to empathize with them.
It was only after Yunyin explained that they realized the ordinary old man sitting in front of them actually had such an extraordinary identity.
Many calligraphers are only praised after their death. Calligraphers like Chen Yiping, who are praised and loved while still alive, are truly rare.
Everyone felt a deep respect for the old man in front of them.
Lin Guihua looked at the calligraphy with her eyes wide open and thought to herself, "The calligrapher personally named and inscribed their little shop?"
This is a precious treasure; it should be properly framed and passed down to future generations.
Seeing that they already knew his identity, Chen Yiping didn't hesitate to reveal his name and took out his seal to stamp it.
This mark makes the calligraphy even more valuable.
A renowned calligrapher personally named and inscribed a piece for an unknown little restaurant; with such a gimmick, this calligraphy piece would probably sell for several thousand or even ten thousand yuan.
However, they won't sell it.
Liu Yihang examined the calligraphy closely, his eyes shining with appreciation.
Seeing the admiring expression on his face, Chen Yiping assumed that he also understood calligraphy and kindly asked him what he thought of the piece of calligraphy.
Liu Yihang directly expressed his first feelings, which actually came more from Chen Yiping's own experience.
But Chen Yiping didn't know that.
He was stunned when he heard this, not expecting that this young man would have the same feelings as him.
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