F{h*F 5./ V hapter 51: Liking Her
Shen Qingning sat to one side, watching Lin Lu raise her little hand and tap Cheng Zhu. She couldn’t help but think, “Are you guys flirting?”
But to be honest, her curiosity had piqued about what exactly Cheng Zhu had written on the paper.
Cheng Zhu then turned to Lin Lu who was standing behind him and said, “How is that unreasonable? I’m asking you, isn’t this a poem?”
“Who says it’s not a poem just because it’s a bit short?” Cheng Zhu spoke confidently.
The affair of a writer, could that be called short?
It’s called concise!
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After all, Lin Lu was a college student. Though these days, college students might be the best examples of the phrase “clearly foolish,” she still possessed basic appreciation skills.
Whether a poem is good or bad really depends on who you ask, as people have different tastes.
But to say it’s not even a poem, that surely wasn’t justified.
Everyone else had beco curious and crowded around to see what Cheng Zhu had written.
Shen Qingning glanced over and felt that the first poem “Rain” exuded a sense of innocence and romance, filled with childish charm.
As for the second one titled “Lamp,” though it was just two lines, the word “hot” had really impressed her!
This poem written by a seven-year-old had caused quite a stir online.
Personally, she quite liked both poems, especially the second one.
Such simple yet charming poems could certainly be morized by kids in an instant. They could also expand the children’s thinking and broaden their imagination with words.
“Who wrote these?” Shen Qingning couldn’t restrain her curiosity and asked.
“Don’t know, but it definitely wasn’t ,” Cheng Zhu casually remarked as he picked up so salted peanuts with his chopsticks.
Being a copywriter indeed felt great, but he certainly wouldn’t steal a kid’s work.
At that mont, he couldn’t help but glance at Shen Qingning, who was now searching for the poems on her phone.
“She seems quite interested?” Cheng Zhu was slightly stunned, thinking, “Could she be an artsy type?”
In his past life, he had interacted with many artistic girls and had deep exchanges with them.
From his experience, a portion of these won showed a stark contrast!
On the surface, they seed intellectual and artistic, but at tis, their contrasting nature was quite sothing.
He wasn’t sure what the principle behind it was, whether it was because these won usually restricted themselves quite a bit?
Now, Shen Qingning searched online but didn’t find anything.
However, it was just two small poems; it wasn’t sothing to dwell over too much.
In Cheng Zhu’s mory, there were several other morable poems written by children.
So of these poems, despite their childlike naivety, hinted at a bit of misery.
Take for instance, the poem “Dad”:
“Dad’s notebook,
has no poetry or prose,
only dates,
for other people’s work.”
At that mont, Lin Lu also asked Cheng Zhu, “Do you just make Little You morize them directly without explaining them?”
“No need, she understands them. Children have their own interpretations,” Cheng Zhu waved off.
Literary education indeed lagged behind; they’d naturally understand it when it was ti to.
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After a while, the dishes started arriving one after another.
Jiang Wanzhou was the most enthusiastic one, much like a waiter, constantly introducing each dish.
“Stir-fried chicken with vinegar, Uncle Cheng’s specialty and also my favorite!” Jiang Wanzhou also urged everyone to start eating quickly as it wouldn’t taste as good once it cooled.
After tasting a few bites, Shen Minglang also graciously comnted, “We really should co here more often, the food tastes better than many restaurants.”
anwhile, Lin Lu nibbled and asked, “Cheng Zhu, do you cook?”
“Of course, I do.” Cheng Zhu replied.
In his mory, there was a ti when it was quite trendy for n to know how to cook; it seed like a bonus point in romance.
Of course, he didn’t learn cooking specifically for that.
“So, are your cooking skills good?” Lin Lu inquired, following up from the topic.
Unexpectedly, at this mont, Jiang Wanzhou interjected, “Don’t get your hopes up. Cheng Zhu and I have known each other since primary school, and I’ve never tasted his cooking.”
“Ah? Is that so?” Lin Lu said.
“Ha, thinking I’d cook personally for you? You wish,” Cheng Zhu scoffed.
Jiang Wanzhou rolled her eyes and responded, “Who said I wanted to eat it? There’s nothing special about knowing how to cook!”
The atmosphere remained light-hearted as everyone chatted and ate.
During the al, Little You, as usual, didn’t like eating vegetables, but if Cheng Zhu fed her, she would obediently eat them.
Lin Lu watched and empathetically said, “It’s weird, I used to hate vegetables too when I was a kid, but as I grew up, I started liking them more and more.”
Shen Minglang then said, “That’s because you girls want to maintain your figures, right?”
“That’s not it; I really just started liking vegetables,” Lin Lu countered.
Cheng Zhu, while feeding Little You so vegetables, said, “It’s normal. Children’s taste buds are actually more sensitive than adults’, they find vegetables bitter. Growing up, so of these taste nerves gradually diminish.”
“That’s why bitter gourd has another na, the ‘half-life vegetable’, aning by the ti you get used to bitter gourd, half your life has already passed.”
“Of course, so people might never get used to bitter gourd in their lifetis; it varies from person to person.”
This was the first ti Lin Lu had heard this explanation, but she agreed with Shen Minglang, “Yes, yes, that’s what Cheng Zhu ant!”
Shen Minglang: “…”
Damn, no matter what we talk about, how is it that Cheng Zhu always manages to look so impressive?
Everyone reads books, goes online, what kind of knowledge does he absorb all day?
At that mont, Cheng Zhu received a picture on WeChat from “Hu Yan,” who had adjusted so details according to the instructions from her sponsor, making them even more risqué.
Cheng Zhu, who was in the midst of feeding Little You, couldn’t let his sister sitting next to him see this type of picture.
So, when he checked his WeChat, he tilted his phone screen in a different direction.
Good grief, Shen Minglang had a clear view of the content on his phone.
“Damn it, is this what he looks at all day? And there are even people specifically collecting these resources and sending them to his WeChat for sharing?” Shen Minglang was shocked.
“Isn’t what I watch in my everyday life detailed enough?” Shen Minglang was puzzled.
The al was almost over.
Shen Minglang started encouraging everyone to go out for a bit; his playful and lively nature really couldn’t keep him contained.
Throughout the al, Little You, like most children, might seem silent but was actually paying attention to their conversation.
When she heard they were going out to play, her eyes imdiately sparkled, and her pigtails seed to lift in excitent.
But Cheng You was also aware that it might not always be convenient for her brothers and sisters to take her out since she was a child who needed looking after.
The expression on her face was caught by Lin Lu.
So, the voice actress proposed, “How about we go to an arcade? We could take Little You along.”
“An arcade! The kind where you can win stuffed animals?” Even a sensible child like Little You couldn’t contain her excitent at this point; her big round eyes nearly sparkled with stars.
She thought this sister, who could impersonate a goose and even mimic Crayon Shin-chan, was really nice!
Everyone was amused by her, and Shen Minglang said, “Alright then, shall we go?”
Jiang Wanzhou nudged Cheng Zhu, “Why don’t you go ask the uncles and aunts? I haven’t been out with Little You in a long ti.”
He added to Little You, “Just wait and see how Brother Jiang shows off, I’ll win ten toys for you!”
Cheng Zhu smiled, nodded, and got up to ask his mom for permission.
It’s almost the end of kindergarten kids’ sumr vacation; going out for a walk with the kids once in a while isn’t a bad idea.
Cheng You imdiately got up, saying, “Brother, I’ll co with you!”
“Ah? You want to co along too? Can’t stand a second away from your brother, huh?” Lin Lu joked.
Cheng Zhu shrugged and said, “No, she has her own little tricks. Watch, she’ll first give my mom a kiss then go ‘Please please, mom, can I go out with brother?'”
Everyone laughed again, finding that the kids these days are indeed quite clever and quirky.
In the end, Xu Yun didn’t want to spoil the kids’ fun; she just instructed them not to co ho too late and to be careful.
Cheng Zhu assured her with a smile, then holding Little You’s hand, prepared to call everyone to head out right away.
Unexpectedly, Little You gently tugged on him.
“What’s up?” Cheng Zhu looked down at her.
Cheng You beckoned him to lean down, indicating that he should bring his ear closer.
Cheng Zhu complied, albeit reluctantly.
Little You whispered in his ear, cunning beyond her years, “Brother, I want to tell you a secret, I kind of like Sister Lu!”
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