358 To be honest, it's just bullying~~

Zhou Linglan's heart almost melted when she saw her grandson eating little by little like a little rabbit:

"This thing will make you get a sore throat when it's just out of the pot. Just try a little bit of it. Wait until the first day of the new year to steam it, and then you won't get a sore throat if you eat it with chrysanthemum tea."

Chenchen handed it to Zhou Linglan: "Um, um, grandma, do you want to have a bite? Please have a bite~~"

Zhou Linglan touched his little head: "Grandma won't eat it, Chenchen will eat it."

"Okay, I'll go find uncle~~" Chenchen ran upstairs with the small bowl in his arms.

After a while, Su Taotao and Zhou Linglan heard him shouting, "Little uncle, eat something delicious~~"

Zhou Linglan shook her head, "This kid..."

Su Taotao said, "Ahang always thinks of him when he has something good, and he follows suit."

Zhou Linglan helped Su Taotao make dumplings. It was the first New Year for the family to be together, and she couldn't stop smiling.

Fu Zhengtu didn't officially take a holiday until New Year's Eve.

In previous years, he was either in the laboratory or doing experiments outdoors, and he had no concept of the New Year at all. This year was different. When the leader heard that he wanted to take a vacation, he immediately approved it and asked him to spend time with his family. You can imagine how much of a workaholic he was in previous years.

The main task of New Year's Eve is to post the Spring Festival greeting card. In the year of getting rid of the old and welcoming the new, Fu Zhengtu got up early and took the children to write the Spring Festival greeting card after breakfast.

Fu Zhengtu's calligraphy is majestic, and the iron painting and silver hook are quite impressive. Not to mention, just looking at it on the door can ward off evil spirits.

Fu Yuanhang is Fu Zhengtu's apprentice. He has been practicing calligraphy with Fu Zhengtu's copybook since he was a child. It can be seen that they are from the same lineage, but his skills are a little immature, but he is good enough to write "Hui Chun".

As for Chen Chen, the child can't write, so he stands on a chair and draws randomly under the "Hui Chun" with a brush.

Draw fireworks here, draw firecrackers there, draw a koi fish, draw a lobster, draw a flower on this, draw a cloud on that, draw a white here, draw a small cloud there...

It seems that he is busier than Fu Zhengtu and Fu Yuanhang.

The children's aesthetics are online. They seem to be drawing randomly, but with the brothers' handwriting, it doesn't look out of place. Instead, it adds to the childishness and makes it look more festive.

Mumu knocks on the door holding red paper, and Zhou Linglan goes to open the door.

Mumu smiled and said, "Godmother, my father asked me to ask Brother Fu for a couplet to put up on the front door."

Zhou Linglan raised her chin towards her and said, "I'm writing it now. Go ahead."

"Wow, you've written so much?"

Mumu put the red paper aside, picked up the couplet and took a look at it, "Chenchen, you're so amazing. It'll look so good if you draw it under the couplet."

Chenchen curled his eyes and said, "I just drew it casually~~"

"Brother Fu, can you give me this one? I want to put it up on the front door of our house!"

Fu Zhengtu didn't even raise his head and asked him, "Isn't Mr. Mo going to write this year?"

Mumu said, "Of course I will. Old Mo said that his handwriting is not worthy of being worthy of being in a formal hall. It's okay to put it inside, but it's a bit unsightly to put it on the front door."

Fu Zhengtu rarely curled the corners of his lips. Can the front door of his own house be considered a formal hall? He was too embarrassed to say that.

"Pick it yourself." Fu Zhengtu said.

"Brother Fu, you are so nice." Mumu used to be very afraid of Fu Zhengtu. He dared not breathe when he saw him, and sometimes he even turned around and ran away.

Later, after getting to know him more, he found that Brother Fu was really nice. He just didn't like to smile much like Ah Hang.

"Ah Hang, you are so good at calligraphy?" Mumu was shocked.

He looked like he was accusing me of "How many skills are you hiding from me?"

When it comes to calligraphy and painting, Fu Yuanhang is not modest:

"Don't you see my hard-tipped calligraphy every day? Practicing calligraphy is the same, and brush calligraphy is naturally similar."

Mumu took away a few of his calligraphy pieces angrily: "I confiscated them."

Then he took the red paper he brought and gave it to him: "You are punished to rewrite it."

Fu Yuanhang looked at him speechlessly: "You are lazy and refuse to practice calligraphy, who can you blame?"

Mumu: "Then how old were you when you started practicing? Is it too late for me to practice now?"

Fu Yuanhang shook his head: "I don't remember, I started practicing when I was very young."

When he was young, before Chenchen was born, he liked to write and draw on the ground with branches.

Later, maybe he was older than Chenchen is now, anyway, after he could hold the pen steadily, he practiced calligraphy on his brother's homework books and notebooks.

When he was older, his elder brother would occasionally come home and teach him how to write and brush calligraphy.

Fu Zhengtu interjected: "As long as you have perseverance, it's not too late to start practicing at the age of 80."

Mumu clenched his fist: "Okay, I'll practice brush calligraphy when I go back, and try to write Spring Festival couplets myself next year!"

Fu Yuanhang said expressionlessly: "Come on, I'm rooting for you."

Chenchen nodded slowly: "I'm going to start practicing too, and I'm going to write couplets next year~~"

Mumu: "...Then I have to work harder. If I can't write as well as Chenchen, I'll be so embarrassed."

Fu Yuanhang couldn't help but say: "Then you should be prepared to be embarrassed. When Chenchen can hold a pen, I'm not as good as him."

Chenchen learns things too quickly. When he studies something seriously, basically no one can be his opponent.

If he were to solve the Rubik's Cube in minutes, he would be as good as his elder brother.

Maybe he would have to be accurate to seconds to tell who was better. Maybe it was because he had short arms and little strength. If he had as much strength as his elder brother, it would be hard to say who would be better. Mumu looked constipated. The men in the Fu family were all better than the other. Chenchen hadn't even learned to paint for a few days, but he could paint like Fu Yuanhang just by looking at him. If he got serious, he really couldn't beat him. He couldn't even play chess! "Chenchen, you will only be three and a half after the Chinese New Year. Can you let Uncle Mumu start writing the year after next, when you are four and a half?" The logic monster Chenchen tilted his head and thought for a while: "Kesu, if I start writing the year after next, but write better than you will next year, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for you~~" Fu Yuanhang: "Puchi..." Mumu: "..." What the truth is!

He couldn't stay here any longer: "Then I'm leaving!"

Mumu picked up a few couplets and really left.

Zhou Linglan wiped her hands on her apron and came out of the kitchen: "Where's Mumu? Is he really angry?"

Fu Yuanhang shook his head and said: "It's okay, mom, Mumu is not that petty, he was just joking with us, he will forget about it after a while."

Zhou Linglan said unhappily: "You guys, you can't bully others like this."

Chenchen blinked his big eyes and asked in confusion: "Grandma, to be honest, it is bullying~~"

Zhou Linglan: "..."

Fu Zhengtu said: "No, have you finished drawing? After drawing, start pasting."

He didn't intend to suppress the child's nature and was ready to let him grow freely.

"I'll just draw one more string of firecrackers~~"

Chen Chen quickly drew two more strings of firecrackers that were still smoking, which looked particularly festive.

"Okay, dad~~"

"Let's put this one on the front door." Fu Zhengtu said.

Zhou Linglan brought over the paste made with cassava flour: "It's still a little hot, let's put it on after it cools down a bit."

When the little cloud saw that there was food, it flapped its wings and ran over.

"Duduo can't eat it, it will burn your mouth~~"

Baibai received the prohibition order from the little master and ran over to stop the little cloud.

The little cloud was reluctant to do anything to the little master, but it dared to kill Baibai.

The big white duck immediately pounced on the little black dog.

Baibai was not afraid at all, and he defended his territory with a bright look in his eyes. He stood straight with his limbs, motionless, and his abdomen made a "gurgling" sound, entering a combat readiness state.

But before the domineering little cloud could flutter to Baibai, he was picked up by Chenchen:

"Duoduo, if you make trouble again, go back to the cage and don't come out. Everyone is very busy today, you are not allowed to make trouble~~"

Baibai couldn't agree anymore, put away his combat readiness, and kept wagging his tail at Chenchen: Little master is mighty~~

"Ga ga ga~~" Little cloud was not convinced.

Chen Chen put it back into the cage without saying anything: "You are a bad kid who ate the porridge. You will be punished to face the wall and reflect on your mistakes. You can only come out after we put up the couplets~~"

"Quack~~"

Su Taotao, who was preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen, leaned against the door and smiled, looking at the happy and lively home, people, dogs, and big white ducks.

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