358 To be honest, it is bullying~~

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

"This thing makes you very hot right out of the pot. Just try a little bit of it. Wait until the first day of the new year to steam it again. Then you won't get hot if you eat it with chrysanthemum tea."

Chen Chen handed it to Zhou Linglan: "Hmm, hmm, grandma, do you want to have a bite? It's so good~~"

Zhou Linglan touched his little head and said, "If grandma doesn't eat it, then Chenchen will eat it."

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

After a while, Su Taotao and Zhou Linglan heard him shout: "Little uncle, there is something delicious~~"

Zhou Linglan shook her head: "This child..."

Su Taotao said: "Ahang thinks of him when he has good things, and he follows his example."

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 have his holiday until New Year's Eve.

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

The main task on New Year's Eve is to post Spring Festival greeting cards to get rid of the old and welcome the new. Fu Zhengtu got up early and took the children to write Spring Festival greeting cards after breakfast.

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

Fu Yuanhang learned calligraphy from Fu Zhengtu. He has been practicing calligraphy with Fu Zhengtu's copybook since he was young. It can be seen that he learned from the same teacher, but his calligraphy is a little immature. However, it is good enough for him to write "揮春".

As for the dust, the children couldn't write, so they stood on the chairs and drew randomly with brushes.

Draw fireworks here, draw firecrackers there, draw koi fish now, draw lobsters now, draw flowers here, draw clouds there, draw white here, draw small clouds there...

Looks like he's even busier than Fu Zhengtu and Fu Yuanhang.

The children's aesthetics are online. It seems that they are just drawing randomly, but with the brothers' handwriting, it does not look out of place. Instead, it adds childishness and makes it look more festive.

Mumu knocked on the door holding red paper, and Zhou Linglan went to open the door.

Mumu smiled and said, "Mother, my father asked me to come to Brother Fu to ask for a pair of couplets to put up at the front door."

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

“Wow, you guys wrote so much?”

Mumu put the red paper aside, picked up the couplet and looked at it: "Chenchen, you are so amazing. It looks so good under the couplet."

Chen Chen squinted his eyes and said, "I just draw it casually~~"

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

Fu Zhengtu didn't even raise his head and asked him, "Is Mr. Mo not writing this year?"

Mumu said, "Write it. Lao Mo said his handwriting is not good enough for a formal occasion. It's ok to put it inside, but it's a bit unsightly to put it on the front door."

Fu Zhengtu curled his lips for a rare moment. His own front door could be called a place of elegance? He was too embarrassed to say so.

"Choose one for yourself." said Fu Zhengtu.

"Brother Fu, you are so nice." Mumu used to be very afraid of Fu Zhengtu. She didn't dare to breathe when she saw him, and sometimes she even turned around and ran away.

Later, after getting to know him more, I found that Brother Fu was a very nice person. He just didn't like to laugh much, just like Ah Hang.

"Ah Hang, even your calligraphy is so good?" Mu Mu was shocked.

A look of accusation on his face, as if to say, "How many skills have you hidden from me?"

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

"You look at my calligraphy every day, don't you? All calligraphy is similar, so brush calligraphy is naturally similar."

Mumu angrily followed his words: "It's confiscated."

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

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

Mumu: "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 little, before Chenchen was born, he liked to write and draw on the ground with branches.

Later, maybe when I was older than Chenchen is now, after I could hold the pen steadily, I practiced calligraphy by looking at my brother’s homework books and notebooks.

When he was a little older, his eldest brother would occasionally come home and teach him how to write and 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 and said, "Okay, I'll practice calligraphy when I get back, and try to write Spring Festival couplets for myself next year!"

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

Chen Chen nodded slowly: "I want to start practicing too. I want to write couplets next year~~"

Mumu: "...Then I have to work harder. If my writing is worse than Chenchen's, I will be so embarrassed."

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

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

If he were to solve the Rubik's Cube in minutes, he would be on par with his elder brother.

It may take precision to the second to determine who is better.

Maybe it's because he has short arms and little strength. If he had as much strength as his elder brother, it's hard to say who would be higher and who would be lower.

Mumu looked constipated. The men in the Fu family were more talented than each other. Chenchen had only learned painting for a few days, but he could paint pretty well just by watching Fu Yuanhang paint.

If he gets serious, he really can't win.

I can’t even play chess!

"Chenchen, you're only three and a half after the Chinese New Year. Can you let Uncle Mumu do it? Can you wait until next year, when you're four and a half, to start writing?"

Logic Monster Chenchen tilted his head and thought for a while: "Kesu, if I start writing next year and write better than you next year, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for you~~"

Fu Yuanhang: "Puchi..."

Mumu: “…” What truth are you telling!

He couldn't stay in this place any longer: "Then I'm leaving!"

Mumu picked up a few couplets and 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 stingy. He is just joking with us. He will forget about it after a while."

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

Chenchen blinked his big eyes and asked in confusion: "Grandma, telling the truth is bullying~~"

Zhou Linglan: “…”

Fu Zhengtu said, "Not really. Have you finished drawing? After you finish drawing, start pasting."

He had no intention of suppressing his child's nature and was prepared to let him grow freely.

"I'll just draw a string of firecrackers~~"

Chen Chen quickly drew two more strings of smoking firecrackers on it, which looked particularly festive.

"Okay, Dad~~"

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

Zhou Linglan brought over the paste made from tapioca flour: "It's still a little hot. Let it cool down a bit before applying it."

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

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

Baibai received the prohibition order from his little master and ran over to stop Xiao Yunduo.

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

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

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

But before the domineering little cloud could fly up to Baibai, it 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 any more, he put away his combat readiness and kept wagging his tail at Chenchen: "My little master is mighty~~"

"Ga gaga gaga~~" 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 secretly. I will punish you by making you face the wall and reflect on your mistakes. You can only come out after we finish pasting the couplets~~"

“Ga ga ga~~”

Su Taotao, who was preparing the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen, was leaning against the door and smiling, looking at her happy and lively home, with people, dogs, and a big white duck.

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