Ye Zhenzhen poked her head in from the door of the study room and saw Brother Zhen standing behind the desk writing with a focused look on his face, as if he didn't hear anything going on outside.
She couldn't help but walked over, and saw a piece of yellow rice paper spread on the table. The ink-stained wolf hairs were moving on the paper with great momentum. There was a sharp edge between the lines, and the writing was powerful and Ling Shuang Aoxue.
, with the tendency to be scornful and arrogant.
Like the person he is, Brother Zhen must have a temperament that is unwilling to be inferior to others.
"Do you understand?"
Brother Zhen put down his pen at some point and asked Ye Zhenzhen, who was fascinated by the words. Ye Zhenzhen naturally understood.
She used to study ancient powders and look for formulas in ancient books. She also studied traditional Chinese characters. Now Brother Zhen is writing "Guan Ju" in the Book of Songs.
This poem is so famous that it is so familiar that it is impossible not to recognize it.
The original owner was illiterate, but she didn’t want to appear illiterate, so she said:
"The second uncle in the family is a child student. He also gave Erya a few words. I learned some from the side and recognized the word "female". Brother Zhen, are you writing a poem? How to read it?"
Cui Weizhen didn't look down on her. His fingers stained with some ink crossed the rice paper and clicked word by word.
"Guan Guan Jiujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight."
The slender fingers looked particularly beautiful under the black ink. Ye Zhenzhen was distracted for a moment and asked out of nowhere, "What does this poem mean?"
Brother Zhen suddenly stopped talking.
Ye Zhenzhen's heart was pounding, she naturally knew the meaning of this poem, and even started to have wild thoughts about it.
But when she saw Brother Zhen's handsome but cold expression, she quickly calmed down and knocked on the desk unconsciously.
"Brother Zhen, please give me a name. I heard my second uncle read a book before, and there seems to be a poem related to leaves. Can you help me think about it?"
"The peach is young, and its leaves are Zhenzhen." Cui Weizhen blurted out, not knowing what he thought of, and his expression was a little dazed.
When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. "Tao Yao" is a wedding song.
Excited to regain her name, Ye Zhenzhen narrowed her eyes happily;
"Okay, then I will call you Ye Zhenzhen from now on. Brother Zhen, please write it for me. I will learn to write my name according to your handwriting later."
Cui Weizhen took another piece of rice paper, dipped it in pen and ink, and wrote the three characters "Ye Zhenzhen". The pen and ink were full, vigorous and free, but there was a subtle tenderness between the lines.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know how to read calligraphy, but she just felt that her writing was really good. After the ink dried, she carefully put away the calligraphy and practiced again when she had time in the future. By doing this step by step, she could slowly learn to read and get rid of the reputation of being illiterate.
"What happened to your hand?"
Ye Zhenzhen followed Brother Zhen's gaze and discovered the blisters on her fingertips. She felt a little embarrassed immediately.
"When I first lit the fire, I accidentally burned it. It will be fine in a few days."
Cui Weizhen frowned slightly, turned around and took out a medicine bottle from the box, grabbed her hand, "Be patient, I will pop the blisters for you and apply some medicine."
Her wrist was held by a dry and warm palm. Ye Zhenzhen could see Brother Zhen's serious and focused profile, with deep brows and thin lips. With her other hand, she used a silver needle to quickly pop open the blisters and squeeze out the liquid inside.
Finally, quickly sprinkle the medicinal powder in the bottle and wrap it with a rag, quickly and neatly.
Cui Weizhen put the things away and said, "Okay."
Ye Zhenzhen reluctantly took back her hand, feeling warm and sweet in her heart:
"Brother Zhen, thank you."
The wound that I didn't take seriously at first became a little different because of Brother Zhen's concern.
Brother Zhen snorted and walked past her with a long leg. Ye Zhenzhen quickly followed and walked towards the upper room.
The food had been served, and Aunt Cui could not stay down to eat, so Ye Zhenzhen carefully helped her up, put her on the kang table, brought over the rabbit meat porridge that had been dried long ago, and fed her spoonfuls:
"Mom, please try it quickly. This is the rabbit that Brother Zhen brought back today. I used the fattest neck meat to make porridge for you. I added mushrooms and minced garlic to it. You can try it if it tastes good.
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Aunt Cui took a bite with her hand, and her eyes immediately lit up, "It tastes very delicious. I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. We will be so lucky in the future."
Ye Zhenzhen was both happy and proud to have her skills recognized, "I just like to think about eating. Mom, if you get better soon, I'll make more delicious things for you to eat."
"I'm not good at cooking. After I fell ill, I relied on Brother Zhen to take care of me. Now that you are helping me, Da Ya, Brother Zhen can feel more relaxed."
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but glance at Brother Zhen. No wonder he was so skilled at cooking stoves. He must have been doing all the cooking at home and abroad these days.
The atmosphere was a little depressing at this moment, and Ye Zhenzhen quickly changed the subject, "Mom, Brother Zhen just gave me a new name. Ye Zhenzhen, please call me Zhenzhen from now on."
It’s really hard to accept Da Ya.
Aunt Cui glanced at Brother Zhen in surprise. She knew her son was like a mother. She knew very well what kind of temper her son was. He had also reluctantly settled on this marriage back then. She was very unhappy with the eldest daughter of the Ye family. She didn't expect that this would happen.
On the first day of marriage, I gave them names.
After getting married, things are indeed different.
Cui Weizhen knew what his mother was thinking and explained, "It was Zhen Zhen who asked me to name her."
"Okay, okay, mother understands. Brother Zhen doesn't need to explain."
Aunt Cui acted like she knew everything, which made Brother Zhen helpless. She glanced at the culprit without any trace. Ye Zhenzhen looked confused, not knowing what she had done to offend him.
After waiting for Aunt Cui to finish the meal, the two of them went to the lobby outside to dine. Ye Zhenzhen paid attention to Brother Zhen's expression, but she couldn't see his preference from above, so she had to ask:
"Brother Zhen, is the food I cooked to your liking?"
Brother Zhen put down his chopsticks and did not hesitate to praise, "Very good."
Ye Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she thought the taste was a bit unsatisfactory. Brother Zhen thought it was good. It was probably because he and Aunt Cui were not very good at cooking that she thought her cooking was delicious. It seemed that she would have to find opportunities to fill it up in the future.
Just seasoning from the kitchen.
After eating, Ye Zhenzhen was about to clear away the dishes. Brother Zhen glanced at her bandaged fingers and said, "Just rest, I'll do it."
Ye Zhenzhen likes to study food, but doesn't like washing dishes. Now that Brother Zhen has taken the initiative to do the dishwashing work, she couldn't be happier, but she still pretends to refuse. Brother Zhen glances over with a cold look,
He immediately shut up successfully.
She was the one who got the advantage but still behaved well.