Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

As soon as Wen Qingyue and Fu Han's dumplings came out of the pan, they heard several voices in the living room.

"Wanyu is here, come here quickly, we will have dinner soon."

As soon as Dong Yuan's voice sounded, Su Wanyu responded obediently and said hello, "Second Aunt, Grandpa, Happy New Year! Let's come over for lunch."

The old man was reading the newspaper wearing presbyopic glasses. He looked up when he heard the voice, and was obviously stunned when he saw the Su family.

On New Year's Eve, this family is not at home to celebrate the New Year, why did they come to his house?

Su Yan followed behind his parents with an embarrassed look on his face. Although the two families were family friends and very close, it was a bit weird to have a New Year's Eve dinner at a New Year's Eve, and judging by the old man's reaction, it was obvious that they didn't know they were coming.

The old man responded quickly, and smiled and asked them to sit down, "Okay, okay, sit down, you are here, the house is lively now!"

The Su family's parents sat down and Su Wanyu sat next to Dong Yuan. Before they came in, they looked around the living room and found no one they wanted to see. They asked, "Ah Han hasn't come back yet? This year's Chinese New Year, won't he still be here?" Is the company busy?"

"It's in the kitchen." Dong Yuan smiled and called back into the kitchen, "Fu Han, come out quickly, Wanyu and the others are here."

In the kitchen, Wen Qingyue and Fu Han heard Su Wanyu the first time they entered the room.

Fu Han frowned slightly, and explained to her in a low voice, "I didn't know they would come—"

Wen Qingyue put the last two dumplings on the plate with a calm expression, "Well, I'm calling you, just go out with the dumplings."

She didn't seem to mind at all, but Fu Han still noticed a difference in her tone, grabbed her hand, "Let's go out together."

Wen Qingyue's eyes fell on his hands, she said "um" softly, took off her apron, and followed Fu Han out.

After Dong Yuan finished speaking, the Su family's eyes fell on the direction of the kitchen, a little surprised that Fu Han could cook.

Su Yan even teased, "Fu Han can cook again?"

As soon as the words finished, Fu Han came out of the kitchen with the dumplings in his hand, and said, "I won't, I'm just helping Yueyue."

There were traces of flour on his face, and he was holding a large plate of dumplings on the table, his sleeves were rolled up to his lower arms, and some flour was also on his arms.

This image was something they had never seen before. It was like a person in a book coming out alive, and it was no longer cold.

Su Wanyu and the others also noticed Wen Qingyue who came out behind him. Even though she knew that Wen Qingyue would be normal today, Su Wanyu still felt a little uncomfortable.

Wen Qingyue met the eyes of several people and smiled slightly, "Uncle and aunt are here."

Su's father and Su's mother were dissatisfied with her because of the news, but they responded with a smile without revealing any emotion in front of her.

"Don't move, you've got flour on your face." Wen Qingyue pulled a tissue, stood in front of Fu Han, raised her hand to help him wipe it off, and Fu Han lowered his head cooperatively.

There was love in every word and deed of the two of them, Su Wanyu's eyes were stung, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly, trying hard to suppress the emotions in his chest.

There is a custom of worshiping ancestors before the New Year's Eve dinner, but Fu Zheng hasn't come back yet, the old man frowned and asked Dong Yuan to urge him to come back.

The smile on Dong Yuan's face did not change, she got up and called Fu Zheng, Wen Qingyue and Fu Han helped put up the Spring Festival couplets.

"Ah Han, I'll help you." Su Wanyu took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and leaned over to help. Seeing this, Su Yan sighed helplessly, and leaned forward too.

Su Wanyu took the couplets, opened them and said, "Dawn of the painted buildings, the colors of thousands of trees, the warmth of spring in Jinping, the fragrance of flowers, the auspicious clouds coming to the north. Grandpa, this year's couplets are written by you yourself. It's really good!" "

Wen Qingyue's eyes moved slightly, and she fiddled with the word "Fu" in her hand, but she felt a little funny in her heart.

Speaking is really an art. Su Wanyu not only praised Grandpa Fu for his good handwriting, but also told her in a disguised form that she often came to Fu's mansion to celebrate the New Year, so she knew that the Spring Festival couplets of Fu's family every year were written by the old man himself.

Hearing the words, the old man looked sideways at them, and said with a smile: "Yes, you also saw that Fu Han is just like his second uncle. He is too busy to go home. I don't write, and no one buys it. You have to use it."

Su Wanyu smiled, "Grandpa, Ah Han and Er Bo don't buy it, they just want to wait for you to write it. Your handwriting is many times better than those sold in the market!"

"Is that so, Ah Han?"

She looked back at Fu Han with a smile, waiting for him to echo her words.

Fu Han nodded, "Grandpa, if you don't want to write, I'll sell it from outside next year."

One of the old man's hobbies is to write brush characters, and he writes well. Usually, he rarely has the opportunity to show off, so they specially reserved this time for the old man to write Spring Festival couplets.

Once the Spring Festival couplets are posted, everyone can see the old man's handwriting. If there are guests who come to pay New Year's greetings, they will praise them and make the old man happy.

The old man snorted softly, smiled and didn't answer.

Su Wanyu smiled, "Grandpa, I don't have anything to do these days, can you teach me to write brush characters, your fonts are so beautiful, I want to learn."

"Grandpa, don't listen to her, how could she have the mind to learn?" Su Yan answered immediately, and said: "Don't bother Grandpa Fu. Since you were young, you have learned it three times, and you have died every time without a problem."

Su Wanyu gave her brother an embarrassed look, "Brother, can't you not expose me? Every time I don't succeed in my studies, I blame you and Ah Han. Every time you two take me to play, I'm so angry Grandpa is angry and won't teach us..."

They were talking about the past, Wen Qingyue couldn't get in the way, and listened quietly with a calm expression.

She knew Su Wanyu's purpose too well, and wanted to isolate her in this way, but whenever she got jealous and made a fuss at this time, the old man would think she was ignorant.

Not only did Wen Qingyue not follow Su Wanyu's words, she also observed that after she finished speaking, the expressions of other people had some meaningful changes.

Especially the old man, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, he was stunned for a few seconds before answering, "You guys, none of you are patient, pity me, old man, I have no one to accompany me!"

"Grandpa, Yueyue also knows some calligraphy, she can practice with you." Fu Han said suddenly.

Being called out suddenly, Wen Qingyue was slightly startled, and raised her eyes to glance at him. She seldom writes with a calligraphy brush, but occasionally she is bored to pass the time to practice, and she has never practiced in front of him. How did he know?

The old man also looked at her, and said in surprise: "Yueyue, you know?"

"A little bit." Wen Qingyue responded with a smile, her eyes fell on the Spring Festival couplets, and said: "Grandpa, you wrote in seal script, and the seal script I practiced is not very good at writing seal script."

The old man smiled, "Zanhua Xiaokai is good. If you want, come to accompany Grandpa next time. Grandpa will teach you seal script. It just so happens that my friend recently gave me a set of calligraphy for you."

"Okay, thank you Grandpa!" Wen Qingyue responded with a cute smile.

Su Wanyu never thought of the topic she brought up, and finally focused on Wen Qingyue, who even got her a calligraphy gift from the old man.