Chapter 238 Shen Zhaolin's Wife
After lunch, a large cream cake was served.
Although it wasn't as big as Mao Mao's birthday party, it still had three tiers, covered with fruit and cream flowers, and when it was served, a sweet aroma wafted over.
The younger generation all gathered around.
Shen Zhaolin picked up the cake knife, about to cut it, when he caught a glimpse of a little girl clinging to the table with bright eyes. He paused, then invited, "Mao Mao, do you want to help me cut it?"
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao readily agreed: "Okay, Uncle, I'll help you."
Shen Zhaolin lifted her onto a chair, let her hold the cake knife, and then half-supported her small body, holding her soft little hand.
"Wait, wait!" Mao Mao exclaimed, "Uncle, you forgot to make a wish!"
"Make a wish?"
Oh, right, before cutting the cake, you have to light candles and make a wish.
Mao Mao raised her little head: "My brother said that all birthday wishes will come true."
Will all of these come true?
Shen Zhaolin looked down at the black whorl of hair on her head, closed his eyes as she instructed, and made a sincere wish.
He made his wish for a long time, until the candles on the cake were almost burned out. When he opened his eyes, his little voice urged him to blow out the candles quickly. Only after he made his wish and blew out the candles did it come time to cut the cake.
Mao Mao enthusiastically helped her uncle cut the cake, giving one piece to her grandfather, one to her grandmother, one to her uncle, one to her aunt, one to her sister, one to her brother... No, wait!
Mao Mao quickly withdrew her little hand from the cake, turned her head away, and didn't even glance at Shen Zhuoying standing in front of her.
Shen Zhuoying: "..."
Shen Zhuoying was on the verge of tears; the sweet and fragrant cake no longer tasted good in her hands.
"Little sister, are you still angry with me?" he said with a pained expression. "I've already apologized to your brother, can you forgive me?"
Mao Mao glanced at her brother with her little eyes.
Lou Yansui held the piece of cake that had been given to her, calmly forked a piece and put it in her mouth, ignoring his pleas for mercy and not even giving him a glance.
Mao Mao then turned her little head back: "Hmph!"
Shen Zhuoying: "..."
Shen Zhaolin laughed heartily: "Zhuoying, you'll finally learn your lesson this time. No matter who you meet next time, don't be too arrogant. If you want to be friends with Mao Mao, first of all, you have to respect her family."
Shen Zhuoying, looking disheveled, said, "I'll remember that, Third Uncle."
He then asked expectantly, "When will my little sister be willing to play with me?"
That naturally depends on when Lou Yansui will relent.
Mao Mao is her brother's little bodyguard, and she can't stand anyone who bullies her brother. Of course, Lou Yansui also can't stand anyone who tries to get close to his sister.
Shen Zhaolin patted the little girl's head beside him, then suddenly felt something was off.
This scene looks somewhat familiar?
Shen Zhaolin: "..."
After finishing the cake, since it was still early, Shen Zhaolin invited Mao Mao to visit his courtyard.
Mao Mao held her brother's hand, and Shen Zhuoying and her sister followed.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, the siblings went straight to his study: "Little sister, come here quickly, I'll show you something good!"
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao looked up at her uncle, Shen Zhaolin, and said gently, "Go."
Mao Mao then took her brother's hand and ran over there.
Shen Zhaolin's study is very large, with a whole wall of bookshelves filled with all kinds of books, a dazzling array, like a bookstore.
As soon as Mao Mao entered the door, she opened her mouth wide in surprise.
She tilted her little head up and said to Lou Yansui, "Brother, Uncle has more books than you."
Lou Yansui's room also had a bookshelf, but it wasn't as large as the one in front of her, and it didn't have as many books.
The siblings Shen Zhuoying and Shen Zhaolin went straight to the bookshelf. One of the rows of books was neatly arranged. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the spine of the book bore the name of Shen Zhaolin.
“Little sister, look, these are all books written by my third uncle.” Shen Zhuoying said proudly, “My third uncle is the most amazing person in our family. I grew up listening to his stories. Every classmate in my class has read books written by my third uncle.”
Mao Mao blinked, looking uninterested: "Oh."
Mao Mao also grew up reading the stories her brother wrote.
Mao Mao's older brother is a genius; he always gets first place in the exam.
Lou Yansui curiously went over to investigate. This entire bookshelf was filled with books by well-known contemporary writers. He randomly picked one out, opened it, and saw on the blank title page: "Respectfully presented to my young friend."
The entire row was filled with books gifted by friends.
Shen Zhaolin has written a thick stack of books, not to mention his articles published in newspapers and magazines. Although he is not very old, he has written more than most people. He not only loves literature, but also has a bookshelf full of science books.
Lou Yansui pulled out a book on mathematics.
He didn't have the book, but after reading a couple of lines, he became engrossed in it.
Shen Zhuoying glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Can you understand it?"
Lou Yansui casually replied, "Mm."
Shen Zhuoying asked doubtfully, "Really? My third uncle said that the books here are too advanced for high school students."
Lou Yansui countered, "Is it that difficult?"
Shen Zhuoying: "..."
How annoying!
But seeing Lou Yansui flipping through it with great interest and with such skill, as if she really understood it, he was still a little skeptical.
This person is good at foreign languages and can write stories, which is fine, but he can't be good at both humanities and sciences, can he?
Shen Zhuoying asked, "You understand it? What's the answer to this question?"
Lou Yansui calculated it in her mind and answered, "13".
Shen Zhuoying glanced at the question again, then turned around and shouted, "Sister, sister!"
Shen Chuoxian walked over: "What are you doing?"
What is the answer to this question?
Shen Chuoxian was two years older than him and was in her final year of high school. She glanced at the question, took a blank sheet of paper from her desk, and after working on it for a long time, finally came up with the answer: "...13."
Shen Zhuoying: "..."
That person not only calculated correctly, but also calculated faster than his sister.
How annoying!
Beside her, Mao Mao had just started learning to read with her second aunt and didn't know many characters yet. She was surprised by the entire wall of bookshelves, but quickly looked away.
Her attention had been drawn to Shen Zhaolin's desk.
Shen Zhaolin's desk was a bit messy, with his lesson plans, students' homework, and half-finished articles on the manuscript paper. But what attracted Mao Mao the most was a photograph on it.
The black and white photo shows a young couple, one standing and one sitting, in an intimate pose, smiling at the camera.
The man was refined and handsome, with a gentle and cultured demeanor; the woman was gentle and beautiful, elegant and dignified. They were a perfect match.
When Shen Zhaolin hurriedly walked in carrying a box of pre-prepared children's toys, he saw the little girl climb onto the chair in front of the desk, her chubby chin supported by her little hands, staring intently at the photos on the desk.
"uncle."
Mao Mao pointed to the photo and said to him, "Pretty auntie."
Shen Zhaolin was slightly taken aback.
"ah."
He put down the children's toy in his hand and gently picked up the photo frame on the table.
“Mao Mao, I haven’t introduced you to her yet,” he said. “This is my wife.”
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