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There is nothing more embarrassing than meeting lovers for the first time after confessing their love.

At least, this morning, when Professor Lu saw Xia Chen standing in the kitchen cooking, his first reaction was to run away.

But baby Lu Jiaming didn't give him this chance.

Baby Lu Jiaming, who was sitting on the sofa, hugging the cat and reading a book of fairy tales, almost yelled loudly when he saw Lu Zhixu: "Brother, Dad has woken up..."

Lu Zhixu stiffened, moved to the sofa and sat down.

Classmate Xia Chen wearing a cartoon apron appeared at the door of the dining room.

He didn't have many clothes, and it wasn't the first time Lu Zhixu saw him wearing this light blue sweater.

A little loose sweater jacket, thin, but supported by the youth's shoulders to give a tall and straight temperament, inside is a light gray shirt, the hem is exposed from the sweater, it looks very homely and casual, his skin is also white Yes, the temperament is as clean as a tree, and even the smile looks like it has been carefully rehearsed thousands of times.

Lu Zhixu quickly averted his eyes, lowered his head and scanned himself.

Professor Lu, who has always dared to walk around the house in a pajamas, unconsciously examined his clothes.

"When the teacher wakes up, we can eat egg noodles and steamed buns." Xia Chen smiled and said, "I just made an agreement with the baby, if the teacher wakes up, I will make beef noodles, otherwise, I will make three delicacies soup noodles. "

"The noodles are not tasty." Lu Zhixu frowned.

The baby sitting on the sofa gave an approving expression.

The Lu family is an authentic southern family, and they eat rice noodles with different soup ingredients for breakfast. Before Xia Chen came, Lu Zhixu and Baobao's concept of "noodles" was the soda noodles sold in supermarkets one by one Xu Xu also gave them that kind of noodles before, but Lu Zhixu didn't like the taste of that kind of noodles, and the baby was very much like him in this respect.

"It's okay, I'll only do it once, if the teacher still doesn't like it, I can eat steamed buns for breakfast." Xia Chen didn't refute, but just explained lightly.

Lu Zhixu just frowned and didn't speak any more.

However, on this day's breakfast table, the unfinished xiao long bao and egg noodles were all wiped out.

It was ten o'clock in the morning when Xia Chen arrived at Li's house.

Li Zhurong called and only told him to come over, but didn't say anything else. Xia Chen felt a little uneasy—it was not just one or two things he kept from Li Zhurong. She fell in love with a man, and there is also the matter of Xu Xu.

After all, the Li family was born in the army, and the entire Li residence began to operate at six o'clock. Little Li Xiu couldn't go to play with Lu Jiaming's baby these few days, it was very boring.It was rare for Li Zhurong to stay at home for a day, and he took Li Xiu for a set of punches on the balcony, and then went to the study to check the mail.

When Xia Chen entered, the housekeeper had already invited Li Zhurong down.

Li Zhurong is different from Xia Zhifei. Xia Zhifei is a rigorous and upright person, and he dresses meticulously even at home, while Li Zhurong is more casual.There is no need to go out today. He is wearing a dark blue shirt and a gray suit with two buttons undone. He belongs to the kind of mixed-race people whose age cannot be seen. On a deeper level, there is actually no difference between him and then.

"I'm at home today, and I'm asking you to come over for dinner." Li Zhurong walked down the stairs with his hands in his trouser pockets, "Xiaoxiu has been practicing calligraphy these days, so I just learned from you."

Li Xiu stood by the sofa, with a puzzled look on his face: "Uncle Chen also practiced calligraphy?"

"Your Uncle Chen's calligraphy was taught by Grandpa Li, which is better than mine." Li Zhurong looked at Xia Chen approvingly.

Xia Chen laughed.

"I haven't written for a long time, I'm afraid I can't even hold a pen."

Li Zhurong himself is also a person who knows the past and the present. The Li family has strict family education. He learned characters from Wang Xizhi. Although Li Xiu is old, he is still a child.Xia Chen only corrected his problem of holding the pen.

Li Xiu's study is located downstairs, and outside the window is the English roses in full bloom in Li's garden. Li Xiu is standing on a chair, leaning on the table to practice calligraphy, pursing her thin lips that resemble Li Zhurong, and there is a beautiful scenery outside , but he didn't even lift his eyes.

He not only inherited Li Zhurong's outstanding appearance, but also inherited his indifference and pride in his bones.

Li Xiu finished writing the daily quota seriously, moved his wrist, and suddenly raised his head to look at Xia Chen.

"Uncle Chen, is your handwriting as good as Wang Xizhi's?"

Xia Chen laughed: "No."

Even if he knows Li Xiu better, most of the time, he still treats Li Xiu as an ordinary child.

"Uncle Chen, others say that Wang Xizhi is the sage of calligraphy, and that his calligraphy is the best. Why hasn't there been anyone who can write better than him for more than 1000 years after Wang Xizhi?" Li Xiu asked.

Xia Chen coughed.

"There are many reasons. This is related to the culture of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It is also related to the standards of the ancients' evaluation of characters..." Xia Chen replied seriously.

"Uncle Chen, can you be my teacher?" Li Xiu said suddenly.

Xia Chen looked at him questioningly.

However, the eyes of a four-year-old child are no longer clear and clear. He is of mixed race, and the distance between his eyebrows and eyes is much closer than that of Chinese people, which makes his eyes look much more intimidating than those of his peers.

"I asked the housekeeper, and the housekeeper said that I will understand when I grow up, but I don't want to wait until I grow up to understand." Li Xiu stared into Xia Chen's eyes and said seriously: "I checked on the Internet, there are many Some people say that it is because Chinese people always like to say that ancient things are good, so Wang Xizhi’s words are praised too highly. I think it’s too simple to say this.”

Xia Chen knew that his eyes must be shocked now.

"Have you ever asked your father these questions?"

"Father is too busy." Li Xiu said lightly.

After saying this sentence, he seemed to have no intention of continuing the topic, but bent down and practiced calligraphy on his own.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when he left Li's house. Li Zhurong answered a phone call and wanted to go out temporarily. He asked Xia Chen to have dinner at Li's house before leaving. He also arranged for a driver to take him back to school at night.But Xia Chen said that something happened at school at night, and Li Zhurong couldn't come back at night, so he didn't keep him.

Xia Chen returned to Lu's house, opened the door with the key, first saw the baby sitting on the sofa eating biscuits, the door of Lu Zhixu's room was closed.

There are many kinds of biscuits and a glass of cold milk on the coffee table in front of the baby, and the kitten is sleeping curled up in the corner of the sofa.The baby was probably very hungry, he stuffed a lot of biscuits in one breath, his cheeks were bulging, his chin was covered with biscuit crumbs, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Xia Chen in surprise.

Xia Chen couldn't tell what it was like, so he walked quickly in front of the baby, wiped the baby's face with a piece of paper, cleaned up the biscuits on the sofa, and asked, "Where's Dad?"

The baby chewed hard for a while, swallowed the biscuit, and replied tenderly: "Daddy is sleeping..."

"Stop eating the biscuits, brother is going to cook now. Now brother is going to warm up some steamed buns for the baby to cushion his belly, and then wake up daddy." Xia Chen touched the baby's face, turned and went to the kitchen.

"The steamed stuffed bun was thrown away by my father, and my father went to heat the steamed stuffed bun and burned his hands..." the baby said loudly from behind.

Needless to say, Xia Chen also saw the mess in the kitchen.

There were broken dishes on the floor, a few steamed buns scattered from the front of the microwave to the front of the refrigerator, and there was a large glass of water on the countertop, as well as a wet towel, still dripping.

Xia Chen's expression changed.

When he pushed open the door of Lu Zhixu's room with the medicine box, Professor Lu was lying on the bed, soaking his scalded fingers in a glass of water with ice cubes.

Lu Zhixu was probably in pain, and he was also frowning when he was asleep. Xia Chen examined the injury carefully, and found that the burns were on the pads of his index finger and thumb, probably when he went to serve the dishes.

Although he was very careful in applying the medicine, Lu Zhixu still woke up.

"What... are you doing?" Professor Lu, who was a little sleepy, was still out of state.

"Apply the medicine." Xia Chen finished applying the medicine to his burnt fingers, and blew lightly: "Teacher, do you feel better?"

Because of the ointment, the blown fingers felt cool, and Lu Zhixu's frown relaxed a little.

He was the youngest son pampered by the whole family since he was a child. Although he didn't grow up to be a crying sissy, he didn't have a strong tolerance for pain. The scalded part kept burning and hurt him, which made him very annoyed, and he was hungry again, so he had to sleep .

"Didn't you come back at night?" He rubbed his eyes, looking at the young man squatting on the ground to pack the medicine box.

"I was afraid that the teacher and the baby wouldn't eat, so I rushed back." Xia Chen said calmly, he packed the medicine box quickly, and didn't teach Lu Zhixu to apply the medicine himself next time, nor did he accuse him of not using the medicine in the refrigerator Warm up the pickles and roast duck, and take the baby for lunch.

He just stood up, put the medicine box in the cabinet next to Lu Zhixu's bed, then leaned down, and kissed the sleepy young professor on the cheek.

"Teacher, wash up and get up to eat."