Ordinary observers in fast time travel

After the workers left, Fengxian’s home-cooked food had no customers.

After Han Fengxian cleaned the dining room and kitchen, she went upstairs to get pen and paper.

Han Ranran looked at the brush and rice paper in her mother's hand, gritted her teeth, and wanted to say that she couldn't write calligraphy. But suddenly it occurred to me that my mother seemed to say that she would write it herself...

Han Ranran looked at her mother doubtfully.

I saw my mother skillfully laying out the paper and pen, picking up the pen and twisting it in a circle, soaking it with ink, adjusting the tip of the pen, and the brush flowed and jumped on it, outlining each of the vigorous and powerful characters.

As she wrote, Han Fengxian's whole person radiated light, and even a simple chef's uniform could not conceal her aura.

Han Ranran was stunned, mother...

Write four big words vertically: the taste of home, and on the left, a line of smaller words: Let every guest feel like home.

Han Fengxian habitually placed the payment, took a step back, observed it carefully, suppressed the shock in her heart, and took a deep breath. Well, her handwriting is getting better and better!

She looked up at Han Ranran and grinned, "Mom practiced calligraphy for a while when she was studying, but she stopped doing it when she didn't go to college."

"This month you went to the library to read every day, so I picked up the calligraphy again." Han Fengxian was a little embarrassed, "It's just that the writing is not very good."

Seeing this, Han Ranran shook her head quickly, "No, mom is very powerful! Very powerful, like a luminous gem!"

"And I think the calligraphy written by my mother is more beautiful than the calligraphy written by my former high school art teacher."

Han Fengxian felt guilty upon hearing this, "No way, I'm just practicing casually."

"Mom, can I learn calligraphy from you?"

"Of course!" Han Fengxian's eyes lit up. She first learned to write, and slowly, she might start writing articles.

"Then you go to the library in the morning, practice calligraphy in the afternoon, and take a break in the evening...at night." Han Fengxian thought about writing in the evening, but after seeing her daughter's attitude just now, she changed her mind.

"In the evening, my mother and I will run a stall together." Han Ranran shook his head. There is not much business in the shop now, and he relies on working at the stall at night to earn living expenses.

"Okay." That's fine. You can free up time for your daughter to write at any time.

Han Fengxian looked at her daughter, feeling soft in her heart. There is more and more sparkle in her daughter's eyes, and she believes that sooner or later her daughter will be able to pick up the pen again.

In fact, she still had many questions in her mind. She was just waiting for her daughter to tell her that day. She believes that day will not be too far away!

"Can you hold a pen?"

"Yes, I learned how to hold a pen in high school art."

"Okay, come and sit here, let's practice pen control first."

Han Ranran sat down honestly. Twist the pen barrel, review the five-finger pen-holding method taught by my high school art teacher, and explore how to hold the pen.

The movements were rusty, but there were no mistakes.

Han Fengxian has always known that her daughter is a smart child, but she never knew that she was a great teacher. If she had known earlier, maybe she should have gone to college and become a teacher after graduation.

Seeing her daughter mastering writing skillfully under his guidance, Han Fengxian felt that she should be proud, but she felt extremely calm in her heart, as if it was natural.

Han Fengxian felt strange. She thought about it carefully but couldn't figure out the reason. Shaking his head, he picked up the pen and started practicing calligraphy.

She is currently copying the Tao Te Ching. She received the job online and is almost finished.

The mother and daughter wrote quietly, and curious residents who passed by came in to take a look. However, the sun was scorching in the afternoon and not many people were willing to hang out.

Three o'clock in the afternoon is when people are most sleepy. The practice of the two of them is getting better and better.

"Boss, is there still food in the store?" came a weak voice.

Han Fengxian quickly looked up and saw a pale boy walking into the store. He pursed his pale lips, giving the impression that he was about to fall to the ground at any time.

"Yes, yes, sit down quickly. I'll pour you a glass of water first. You can see what you want to eat." Han Fengxian walked over quickly to help him sit down.

The big boy waved his hand quickly, "I can do it myself."

"Okay, I'll pour you some water." Han Fengxian retracted her hand and turned back to the dining table to fill the paper cup with water. "Ran Ran, I don't need your help. You can continue writing." Han Ranran could only sit down and continue to pick up the pen.

"Come, drink tea. I made some hot tea specially. It's just right to drink on this hot day." Han Fengxian said with a smile.

"What do you want to eat? By the way, the braised pork is out. I didn't buy any beef today. Everything else is available."

"Thank you, sweet and sour pork ribs, please add some stir-fried vegetables and two bowls of rice." After the big boy finished speaking, he picked up the water glass and took a sip. It tasted delicious!

"Gudong Gudong" he drank the water in one gulp. "Excuse me, is there any more tea? I'd like to drink another cup."

The older boy was a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I'll pour it for you." Han Ranran put down the pen and went to the dining table to get the teapot.

"Thank you!" The big boy was a little embarrassed.

"You're welcome. We have enough tea. Other guests who come to our restaurant for dinner also like to drink this tea." Han Ranran suddenly became bold when she saw someone who was even shyer than herself.

"Yeah, it tastes good and sweet." The big boy nodded.

"Then I'll put the teapot here and you can pour it yourself."

Han Ranran returned to his seat, picked up the pen, but his mind was still active, subconsciously interpreting the scene, such as why did this big boy go out to eat after three o'clock? What is the reason?

He was dressed casually and his skin was pale. It was obvious that he had not been out for a long time.

But his mobile phone is the latest model from last month, so his family is obviously not short of money.

Thoughts were flying in her mind, and various small scenes flashed through her mind. By the time she came to her senses, the big boy had already eaten. The mother sat not far away, watching the big boy eat.

The big boy ate so deliciously that his whole head was buried in the rice.

Mom's smile was sweet, and the corners of her mouth curved into the arc of the moon.

The warm sunlight shone in slantingly and stopped at the feet of the two of them...

Such a beautiful picture is perfect for writing on paper!

Han Ranran suddenly felt itchy in her hands. She lowered her head and looked at the hand holding the pen. The ink had already dyed the yellow rough paper black.

The black in her eyes actually started to spin, not very fast, but her head felt a little dizzy, and she felt that her whole body was twisting with the black vortex in her eyes.

There was an unpleasant voice in her ears, which seemed to say that black was her life.

"Ah~"

Han Ranran was so frightened that he dropped his pen. Slap yourself on the head hard, don't think too much, don't think too much!

"Ran Ran, what are you doing, stop!" Han Fengxian came to Han Ranran in three steps and hugged her, "Ran Ran, it's okay, it's okay."

Han Ranran took a deep breath and her voice trembled, "Mom, woo woo~"

Han Fengxian patted her daughter's back, worried in her heart. Wasn't her daughter's illness gradually getting better? Why did this happen suddenly? "It's okay, tell mom what happened, okay?"

"No, no." Han Ranran subconsciously looked at the black ink on the rough-edged paper, then quickly looked away.

Han Fengxian looked at the things on the table in confusion. Is there anything here?

Pen, paper, ink, a pile of used paper.

Well, there's also this ink stain.

Han Fengxian's unprecedented keenness was due to what was written under the ink? She shouldn't be. She bought all these papers online and hasn't used them yet!

"Auntie? Do you need help?" The big boy ate two bowls of rice, and his whole figure was full of energy.

"No, thank you." Han Fengxian shook his head.

"Well, I'll leave first. I'll come to your place for dinner tomorrow." The big boy smiled.

"Okay, bye." (End of chapter)