Tian's little cook

Chapter 1355 Letter
"Jingqing, Xiao Jue, come out and have some snacks." Lin Zhimo put the snack plate on the stone table in the courtyard and shouted towards the study.

Soon, Huangfu Jue walked out holding Shen Jingqing's hand.

Shen Jingqing held a piece of paper in his other hand, and when he walked up to Lin Zhimo, he couldn't wait to show off: "Mother, this is my handwriting. My brother said I wrote it very well."

Huangfu Jue nodded in agreement: "Jing Qing has made great progress."

Seeing the appearance of his little teacher, Lin Zhimo couldn't help laughing, then took the rice paper in Shen Jingqing's hand, and looked at it seriously: "It is indeed a great improvement, Jing Qing would like to thank your teacher."

"Thank you brother." Shen Jingqing thanked immediately.

"Brother, you're welcome." Huangfu Jue smiled happily.

"You two young masters, please wipe your hands and eat." Donna handed them the hot towel.

Without asking for help, they wiped their hands consciously, then sat on the stone bench and began to eat snacks.

Lin Zhimo also looked at Shen Jingqing's handwriting.

The handwriting is somewhat similar to his own.

Her handwriting was taught by Huangfuchu, and Huangfujue's handwriting was also taught by Huangfuchu, and now he is instructing Shen Jingqing, so Shen Jingqing's handwriting also has the shadow of Huangfuchu's handwriting.

"Mother, how many days will Daddy be back?"

Shen Jingqing ate a peach cake, his face wrinkled: "I miss Daddy."

Huangfuchu has been away for almost two months, and Shen Jingqing has to ask her this question every day.

Lin Zhimo put the paper away, and reached out to wipe off a little debris from the corner of his mouth, "After a while, Daddy will be back."

Shen Jingqing pursed her lips, expressing dissatisfaction.

Every time my mother answered like this.

"Brother, Uncle Huang will come back when he finishes his work." Huangfu Jue comforted him, "When Uncle Huang comes back, you can show him your handwriting, Uncle Huang will be happy."

Only then did Shen Jingqing become happy: "Daddy will definitely praise me."

After eating for a while, Jing Zhong came in. As soon as Shen Jingqing saw him, he immediately jumped off the stone bench and ran over with short legs: "Uncle Jing Zhong, is there a letter from my father?"

Before Huangfuchu left, he deliberately left a few secret guards behind, one is to protect Lin Zhimo and the others, and the other is that they can go to the post station to deliver and receive letters.

Every time Jingzhong came, he would bring a letter from the northwest, and Shen Jingqing was very happy to see him.

"Master Jing Qing is really smart." Jing Zhong, who was always serious, smiled at him, reached out and took out a letter from his clothes, and handed it to Lin Zhimo, "Madam, this is a letter from the master."

"Where's Doctor Zhang's letter?" Lin Zhimo asked casually, "Have you given it to Doctor Zhang?"

Letters from Huangfuchu and Zhang Linghan would be sent together every time.

"Because I met Zhang Langzhong in the mansion just now, I gave him the letter from Doctor Zhang first."

"Mother, let me have a look." Shen Jingqing was eager to know the contents of the letter.

"it is good."

Lin Zhimo sat down, Huangfu Jue and Shen Jingqing immediately leaned on her left and right, reading the letter together.

Shen Jingqing didn't know many words, but he had to read them as if he could understand them all.

As in the past, Huangfu Chu introduced the situation in the Northwest, and now the battle is stalemate, Dasheng has won three consecutive victories, and is in a favorable position, but Yebuba is still resisting and refuses to surrender.

At the end of the letter, Huangfu Chu briefly said a few words about his own situation, and the rest was all about expressing his miss for them, striving for an early war, quelling the chaos of the war, and meeting them.

It wasn't enough for Shen Jingqing to listen to it once, so she stretched out her little finger to point to the words on the letter, and asked Huangfu Jue to teach him to read each word.

Lin Zhimo thought it was funny, and suddenly found a problem.

(End of this chapter)