Tian's little cook

Chapter 1340 A Secret

Seeing Shen Jingqing, Huangfuchu's mood immediately improved, and he stretched out his hand to say hello: "Jingqing, come quickly."

Shen Jingqing ran up to him, took the initiative to let him hug him and sat on Huangfuchu's lap, looked at the medical books on the table, and seriously commented: "Uncle Yun is reciting poems."

"This is not poetry." Huangfu Chu smiled and said, "Can Jing Qing know how to recite poems?"

"I knew it a long time ago." Shen Jingqing looked proud, "Mother taught me, I can recite a lot of poems, and my grandfather said that I am the best."

"Then Jing Qing recites two poems for Uncle Yun, okay?"

"Okay." Shen Jingqing was very happy, and opened his mouth to recite two popular poems, the whole process was very coherent, without any jamming.

"It's really amazing." Huangfu Chu praised: "Jing Qing is also the most powerful I have ever seen."

Shen Jingqing likes him very much, and always wants to show more, "I can do other things. My mother said that I am the only child in the world who can recite this poem."

"Really?" Huangfu became interested, "Can Jing Qing recite it to me?"

Shen Jingqing was a little embarrassed, pouted and said: "Mother said that you can't recite this poem outside."

When he said this, Huangfu Chu wanted to hear it even more, he wanted to know everything related to Lin Zhimo, "Jing Qing, you see we are in the mansion now, not outside, right?"

Shen Jingqing thought about it and found it very reasonable: "Then I will recite it."

"Okay." Huangfu Chu looked at him expectantly. After hearing this poem, the smile on his face disappeared.

Your heart pleases you, you know,
The mountains are woody and woody.

The king's thinker is the mountain spirit,

Yuexi Canal in Yunze City.

To meet you is to know each other,

Spring and Autumn are written in deep ink by the river.

After Shen Jingqing recited it, he didn't get the expected praise, but Uncle Yun seemed unhappy.

"Uncle Yun." Shen Jingqing called him, "Uncle Yun, I'm done reciting."

Huangfu came back to his senses for the first time, his voice trembling slightly: "Jing Qing, this...is this what your mother taught you?"

"En." Shen Jingqing nodded, "Uncle Yun, do you only hear me recite this poem? I'm the only kid who can recite this poem."

Of course he is the only one who can recite.

Because this is the poem that Huangfu wrote himself when he was in Yunze City.

One character is extracted from each line of the poem to form a sentence of "the heart has a consonance with ink".

This is his poem expressing his heart to Lin Zhimo.

Suddenly, all kinds of emotions rushed into his heart, but what made him most happy was that Lin Zhimo had him in his heart!

Although she always refuses and always says she has forgotten the past, if that is the case, why did she teach Shen Jingqing this poem!
Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Jingqing looked at the pen on the table and took the initiative to find something to say: "Uncle Yun, I can also write."

Huangfu was in a good mood at first, resisting the urge to find Lin Zhimo, rubbing his little head: "Jing Qing is really amazing, you can even write now."

Shen Jingqing smiled triumphantly: "Mother said that I want to write, because children only play, and older children have to learn. Uncle Yun, I am an older child."

"Jing Qing is only two years old, still a child." Huangfu teased him at first, "What age does Jing Qing think is a big child?"

"Uncle Yun, I'll tell you a secret, you must never tell others." Shen Jingqing turned around, whispered into his ear, and spoke in a breathy voice.

Huangfu Chu nodded solemnly: "Okay, Jing Qing told me the secret, I will not tell others."

Shen Jingqing stretched out three chubby fingers and said seriously, "Actually, I'm three years old, so I'm an older child."

(End of this chapter)