Mr. Mo smells so good

It took Mo Yuhui more than an hour to reply to all the emails. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows. He looked up at the young man opposite who was still writing with his head down. The expression between his brows and eyes was very serious, and he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. , he can be honest for a while.

He just replied the email and didn't look at the pen in his hand. Only now did he notice that the child was holding a small regular script pen. Generally, beginners mostly start writing large characters, and they use medium-sized brushes. It is not easy to write well.

Mo Yuhui looked down at the words on the rice paper upside down, but he couldn't see anything. Speaking of which, he had never seen Chu Qing write with a brush, and he thought he was really idle and bored just now when he asked for rice paper. .

Seeing that he was writing seriously, Mo Yuhui gently supported the table and stood up, walked around behind him, Chu Qing, leaned forward slightly, and saw a poetry book on his left hand, he was copying the words and sentences on it, and looked down. The characters on the rice paper, I was a little stunned when I saw it. The paper was standard lower case, and the handwriting was quite styled, showing a bit of freedom and wantonness. This is by no means something that someone who has never practiced lower case can write.

After Chu Qing finished writing the last sentence, he turned sideways

"How is it written?"

Only then did Mo Yuhui lower his head to take a closer look. It was the song "Duan Ge Xing"

"Wine and song, life geometry!

For example, the morning dew has a lot of suffering.

... "

"The writing is very good, have you practiced calligraphy?"

Mo Yuhui looked at the word carefully, and could see that it had a solid foundation.

"My mother watched me practice when I was young. When I was young, she copied ancient poems and asked me to write lower characters with a brush. It's been a long time since I wrote. How is it? It's amazing."

If First Young Master Chu had a tail, he would be up to the sky by now. Mo Yuhui has never been stingy in complimenting him, nodding his head to praise him

"Excellent, really well written."

"I haven't seen you write it yet, so you should write one too."

Chu Qing knew that the picture hanging in his study was written by him, but he had never seen it with his own eyes, so he got up to make room for him, but Mo Yuhui was dragged to sit by him helplessly, and was about to take it As a result, the man dodged the brush in his hand, and he turned to look at him in some puzzlement.

Chu Qing gave him a medium-sized Langhao from the pen holder, and graciously finished his ink for him.

"Here, use this and write a big one."

Mo Yuhui smiled helplessly and took the brush and asked him

"Write what?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it, yes, there is a poem from the Tang Dynasty called, what is it called?"

Chu Qing remembered a poem, but forgot it in a flash, and was patting his head thinking about it.

Mo Yuhui rubbed his forehead and was speechless, but he patiently waited for him to think.

"It's a line about scenery. It's quite famous. What is it called?"

Without waiting for him to remember, Mo Yuhui straightened up and wrote on the paper

"Luoxia and Lonely fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky."

The two rows of characters juxtaposed are vigorous and strong, Mo Yuhui turned his head slightly and asked him

"Is that the sentence?"

Chu Qing looked at and nodded

"That's right, that's the sentence, which poem is it?"

Mo Yuhui put the pen back and leaned back on the chair and smiled softly

"Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng is a parallel prose."

The scumbag nature of Chu's young master was exposed once.

"Oh, oh, it's those things, but your handwriting is so good, it's as good as the teacher who taught me when I was young."

Chu Qing stood by the table and looked very seriously, he turned around and smiled at the man as a joke

"In ancient times, your word was the kind you could buy sitting on the side of the road, scholar."

Mo Yuhui also laughed when he heard this.

"Well, if one day I am down and out, I can still squat on the side of the road and sell calligraphy for a living."

After sitting for a whole morning, his waist and legs felt a little numb, so he turned his body slightly and pressed his hands on the side of his waist.

Chu Qing couldn't imagine what it would be like for him to squat on the side of the road and sell calligraphy, and when he saw his movements while smiling, he probably felt uncomfortable in his waist.

"Are you done with your work?"

Mo Yuhui nodded

"Go to the living room when you're done with your work. How can you stay in the study all the time? You're retired now. Why do you make it the same as the eight-hour work day?"

As he spoke, he pulled the man up, but of course it was useless, it was just helping him up.

Mr. Mo, who had already retired, was helplessly "pulled" by him to sit on the sofa in the living room. He took a cushion and put it behind his waist. After all, the sofa was more comfortable than the chair, and his waist was looser by two points.

"You just sit and wait, eat Buddha jumps over the wall at noon."

Chu Qing narrowed his eyes as he spoke, and Mo Yuhui was quite willing to see how happy he was all day, but he glanced at his watch and asked

"It's eleven o'clock and you're still in a hurry?"

Chu Qing asked

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Then there is time for dinner at 12:30, and I will soak the ingredients in the morning when they should be soaked."

Now Mo Yuhui could see that he really liked this dish, so he nodded, and Young Master Chu went to work in the kitchen.

Mo Yuhui leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and went through the email just now in his mind again.

Chu Qing, on the other hand, was humming a tune and was busy playing in the kitchen. After a while, the smell of the ingredients came out, and he made rice again. After that, he had nothing to do, and ran to the living room to sit there. around people.

Mo Yuhui opened his eyes when he heard him coming

"You have a good fortune today, it must be very delicious."

Chu Qing is very confident in his skills as a Buddha jumping over the wall.

"Well, I really didn't hire this cook for nothing."

Mo Yuhui teased him with a light smile.

Chu Qing took out the beef jerky he bought before and ate it, and handed him a piece. Mo Yuhui shook his head, and he ate it by himself.

As if thinking of something, I suddenly leaned in front of that person and asked

"Mr. Mo, were the employees afraid of you when you were in the company?"

"It's okay, they don't need to be afraid of me if they work hard, after all, I don't punish employees physically."

Mo Yuhui smiled lightly.

"Then who did you say you were on the phone with? So serious."

Chu Qing was actually quite curious about what this person was like in the company.

Mo Yuhui glanced at him, his eyes were a little unclear, but he finally said it out

"It's Chu's manager."

Chu Qing raised his eyes after hearing this, and asked while chewing beef jerky

"Did he annoy you?"

His way of asking made Mo Yuhui laugh. He didn't ask why he had such an attitude towards Chu's manager, but asked him if he made him angry. He wanted to tease him right now.

"Yes, there are many reasons for doing bad things."

"Oh, then train him."

Chu Qing's attitude was extremely simple.

"If he is not convinced?"

Mo Yuhui asked again with a smile

"I, the largest shareholder of the Chu family, will be your cook. He, a small manager of the Chu family, is not convinced after listening to your training. If you are not convinced, let him come to me."

The author says:

Haha, First Young Master Chu is amazing now.

It's amazing, I have to support Mr. Mo

These chapters are sweet

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