Chapter 38 Delicious Food
Gong Changan brought a pen and paper over, and Gong Xu ordered him to write down a few words at will.
Gong Baoan couldn't help but feel itchy hands. He thought that he had to practice calligraphy every day, so why not finish it here so that he could play with Gong Changan.
So he said: "Father, I also want to write with my fourth brother."
"Then let's do it together! Each of us will write a five-character or seven-character quatrain." Gong Xu saw several pens on the table and asked him to write too.
The stone table was not big, so the brothers stood in the north and south, and each of them occupied half of the table.
Gong Baoan's small waist was straightened, and he was very careful about every stroke. He was very cautious.
Looking at Gong Changan, his left hand is clasped behind his back, and his right hand is written in one go.
“Fourth brother, have you finished writing?” Gong Baoan was stunned, “I haven’t finished writing two sentences yet.”
Gong Xu’s brows wrinkled again. What Gong Changan wrote was not Most children are accustomed to regular script instead of regular script.
"That's nonsense!" Gong Xu said angrily, "How old are you? You want to run away before you can walk steadily!"
"Father, don't be surprised, just because you didn't say what words to write, so my son I just wrote it in running script, now I have to write it again." Gong Changan said and changed the paper.
But I also finished the last stroke just as Gong Baoan finished writing.
Gong Bao Anba came to Gong Xu with a handwritten calligraphy and said, "Please correct me, Daddy."
A poem he wrote, "Little Pine":
Since childhood, the thorns have been buried deep in the grass, but now I am gradually aware of the basil.
At that time, people did not know the Lingyun tree, and they waited until Lingyun became a great person.
Gong Xu took it over and looked at it carefully and said: "The characters 'Tou' and 'Shen' are the best, the character 'Peng' is a bit loose, and the character 'Hao' is too cramped, so I need to practice more. But the ambition of this poem is good."
Gong Baoan nodded, took it and looked at it again.
Gong Xu looked at Gong Changan again and saw what he wrote:
"The idle door faces the mountain road, and the reading hall is deep in the willows.
Every day, the clear light shines on the clothes."
"Do you know the first four lines of this poem?" Gong Xu asked.
"It's 'The road ends with white clouds, and spring and green streams grow. From time to time, fallen flowers arrive, and you can smell the fragrance of flowing water in the distance.'" Gong Changan opened his mouth and came.
"Yes, this is Mr. Yi Shan's poem, but unfortunately it lacks a title." Gong Xu nodded, "Why did you write this poem?"
Gong Changan smiled: "My son didn't think much about it, he just liked its elegance and indifference. Even though it lost the title, it is still a good poem."
"Yes! Reading is reading, don't forget to read it." Think of studying as a ladder to heaven. "Gong Xu himself is a calm and laid-back person at heart, and becoming an official is just a matter of worldly circumstances.
He couldn't help but feel that this child was quite similar to himself.
Looking at Gong Changan's calligraphy, it is obviously more stable and powerful than Gong Baoan's.
It is rare for a child of this age to be able to write such a stroke, even in a capital city where capable people are born in large numbers.
But naturally Gong Xu would not praise him too much, but would find fault with him: "Your writing is sharp, you don't know how to restrain it, and it is too exposed. This is not a good thing."
Gong Chang An Gong He respectfully agreed: "What the father teaches, the son must remember."
"It smells so good!" Gong Baoan raised his nose and sniffed like a puppy, "Where does the fragrance come from?"
“It’s Zhang Ma who’s cooking,” Gong Changan said with a smile, “Red braised bean sprouts, with seabass soup.”
Gong Baoan was already hungry, and he wanted to eat snacks earlier. , my father forbids it. At this moment, I was attracted by the aroma, and I couldn't hold back the greed in my stomach. Seeing his appearance, Gong Changan said: "If fifth brother doesn't mind, you can stay and have dinner with me."
This is what Gong Baoan was waiting for. He grabbed Gong Xu's clothes and said coquettishly: "Dad, my mother-in-law is not feeling well. Let's stay here and have a meal before going back! This will avoid any noise. "Fuck her."
Gong Xu has been eating Zhang Ma's cooking a lot lately and has long been addicted to it.
In addition, Gong Changan said that he had his favorite fish, seabass, so he did not reject Gong Baoan’s proposal out loud, but he did not clearly approve it either.
Gong Changan took Gong Baoan's hand and said to Gong Xu: "Father, please come in too, Zhang Ma cooks very quickly, and there is no problem in adding two more dishes to a stick of incense."
Gong Xu sat there motionless.
As Zhang Ma walked out of the room, she instructed the two girls to clear away the stone table under the Wenguan tree.
“It’s rare for the master and the fifth young master to come over, let’s try the old slave’s cooking!” Zhang Ma didn’t even ask if Gong Xu was eating here, and quickly brought over the food she had prepared. , placed on the stone table.
"Interesting! Interesting! It's so fun to eat in the yard!" Gong Baoanke was so happy.
Wen Mingqian never came out of the room, and Gong Xu really didn't want to see her. The grudge between the two was too deep, and they would only feel awkward face to face.
The dishes made by Zhang Ma are full of flavor and flavor, and everyone who has eaten them can't resist.
Seeing his two sons looking at him eagerly, Gong Xu did not get up and leave, but picked up the chopsticks.
"You also sit down and eat together." Gong Xu said to his two sons.
Gong Baoan could still maintain a bit of reserve before, but after taking a bite of the food, he stopped caring. The small chopsticks in his hand were flying up and down, feeling that he was too slow.
Seeing him like this, Gong Changan couldn't help but pick up some dishes for him several times.
Then Zhang Ma added two more dishes. The ingredients were just green vegetables and tofu, but the taste was really amazing.
Gong Baoan originally hated tofu, but the tofu balls made by Zhang’s mother were fragrant and waxy on the inside and crispy on the outside. After eating one, I wanted to eat more.
"Bao'er, don't eat too much for dinner." Gong Xu warned.
"Yeah..." Gong Baoan nodded in agreement, but he didn't stop talking.
He was thinking that daddy was eating more than usual, and I wasn’t the only one.
Then Zhang Ma brought another bowl of sour bamboo shoot soup for digestion, and the father and son shared it.
Song woke up in a daze and opened his eyes to see that the sky was already very dark.
Mr. Yang hurriedly asked: "Little madam, how do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"
"Where did the master and Bao'er go? Is it time to have dinner? " Mrs. Song raised her hand and rubbed her temples.
"Well...the master took Master Bao over there." Mrs. Yang smiled awkwardly, "I have sent someone to send a message, and I will stay over there for dinner. Let me, young lady, do what you want." .”
Of course Mrs. Song was displeased when she heard this, and said: "This time, I am familiar with the second time. After a long time, I will no longer come to our Ruixiangju."
"No way, I heard that the master is passing by today. I want to test the Fourth Young Master's knowledge, but I thought it would take a long time, so I stayed over there to eat." Mrs. Yang comforted Mrs. Song, "Who can be better than you in my heart?"
"But? I think this is not a good thing after all." Mrs. Song's worries were not alleviated by Mrs. Yang's words, "As time goes by, people's minds change, and we have to be careful!"
"What the little lady said is true, but now your Your health is important, let’s have dinner first! I’ll invite the doctor over early tomorrow to take a look at your illness.”
(End of this chapter)