The old lady was angry: "Two little bastards! You actually have a hard time with me! You owe a beating, right? Why don't you go in to eat? If you don't eat, get out of here! What kind of live broadcast are you playing, look at your virtues, what kind of nonsense you sing? There are also people who give rewards, and I don't know what kind of aesthetics people are now!"

Yu Qian said in surprise: "Master, you also watch the live broadcast?"

"Look!" The little old lady's arrogant appearance is actually a little bit of a little woman's charm, "Is it possible for you young people to watch it? The old lady also likes to watch what? I also want to broadcast it myself, write calligraphy for them on the live broadcast site, and let them know what is the beauty of traditional culture!"

The old lady still has this hobby? Hua Xiaoying pouted: "Grandpa said that the old ancestor sang model operas when he was young, danced disco in the square after the reform and opening up, and then went to the song hall to sing, neither of which was willing to be left behind!"

Yu Qian's eyes lit up: "Wait a minute!" In the blink of an eye, he moved out of his room and the four treasures of the study, which was one of his few hobbies, and he was forced to practice by the master back then, "Master, please!"

Speaking of which, this set of four treasures of the study is still a relic left by the master, the inkstone is antique, and it is covered with pulp. The old lady was stunned when she saw the inkstone, walked over and picked up the inkstone and played with it for a long time, and finally handed it to Yu Qian and said softly: "Grinding ink!"

At this moment, Yu Qian seemed to return to the time when the master was alive, whenever he finished his homework and was idle, he would hear the old man stop shouting: Grinding ink! He always obediently served the master, and the old man would only dance and write when he was in a good mood. Obviously, this inkstone master knows it, so she cherishes it so much, and she wants to give the inkstone to the old lady with the rest of the money.

Now was not the time to disturb, and the old lady picked up the brush and fell into deep thought, and for a moment the room was quiet. The ink in the inkstone gradually thickened, feeling like flowing oil, and the old lady waved her hand away the surplus money and soaked the brush in the ink.

As if time had come to a standstill, Hua Mengqi stood steadily at this moment, her whole person had changed, she was no longer a little old lady who had just chattered, but a worldly master with a temperament.

The silver-haired old lady actually has a special charm on the mobile phone screen, and there is really a special beauty. At the moment when the brush fell, the master's transformation from extremely quiet to flexible was full of natural charm, and it was actually smoother and more natural than the master back then.

In fact, Yu Qian didn't know that Hua Mengqi was from a noble background, and Cui Wei, who had been in the military camp since he was a child, was comparable. From childhood to Dahua Mengqi, he received the best education, at least the best education of that era, and later went to university and even studied abroad to become the best surgeon.

People's calligraphy is after long-term training, and even Cui Wei's calligraphy is taught by Hua Mengqi, and it is really a pleasure to watch the master write calligraphy. However, Yu Qian did not forget his duties, and broadcast the process of writing calligraphy live throughout the whole process, and the old man in his nineties wrote calligraphy!

How many people are there in the country? The vast majority of people are already powerless at the age of seventy or eighty, but the little old lady in front of her is like a god helping her to write, and she really has a feeling of strength through the back of the paper, and where is that hand steady and steady, like a ninety-year-old man?

Just holding the pen has seen the old lady's kung fu, and someone on the mobile phone is bubbling and complaining: "The family has money to spare and disguise themselves as old ladies?"

Yu Qian replied below: "Everyone can see clearly, this is Yu Qian's master, and it is really a pleasure to watch her old man write!"

"Good words! strong and powerful but mellow and free, this is definitely the calligraphy of Tong Zigong, the old lady is too old?"

Someone actually chatted with him, and Yu Qian returned: "The old lady is over 90 years old! It is more beautiful than my master's calligraphy, I saw her old man writing, and I felt that my font was written by Zhu Bajie!"

"Oh, I'll go! The calligraphy of a lady in her nineties is so beautiful, it is by no means comparable to those ugly books......"

"Can you not mention ugly books? What about scolding? This old woman's calligraphy is definitely hard work, and the old lady in her nineties does not shake her eyes or dazzle her hands, and she is enough to make many people in any association embarrassed!"

"It's not just a shame! That family has extra money, your master is more than ninety, how old are you?"

I knew that someone would ask this, and Yu Qian replied: "I am a closed disciple of Master, 60 years younger than Master, 70 years younger than Master, and I am 90 years old!"

"Poof! It's really fake? Isn't it? Your master is ten years older than your master?

I don't know if it's a child daughter-in-law, but it's true that the master is ten years older than the master, and Yu Qian returned very seriously: "The master is everyone's lady, and the master is the descendant of the martyrs, two of them...... Ahem! Don't talk about it!

The old lady had already straightened up, looked at the ink-drenched handwriting and sighed: "Tut-tut! If you don't practice calligraphy for one day, you don't practice calligraphy for two days, and you can see it if you don't practice calligraphy for three days.

"Oh my God! Isn't this character beautiful enough? I've been practicing calligraphy for ten years, and the old lady's font is not as good as the old lady's, so the old lady will teach it on the spot!"

More than one person was shouting, and some people were coaxing: "Master, take me as an apprentice!

"Take in the apprentices!"

As if they had discussed, the neat formation below was all begging the old lady to accept the apprentices, Hua Mengqi waved his hand to the camera: "I'm old and out of energy, and I don't have enough money to eat? I'm going to work soon!"

I almost forgot to eat, and Yu Qian greeted the audience in the live broadcast room: "I'm sorry everyone is going to eat, dip the pickles and spring cakes and roll green onions, or you can watch? Hahaha! It's not kind!"

This guy really turned on the live broadcast mode, the cake was branded by his mother Wang Huifang, it was obviously an oil cake, but it was as thin as a piece of paper, and he could almost see the figure on the other side. Hua Xiaoying stepped in and helped pick up the thin oil cake for display, then brushed it with chili shredded pork sauce and put the whole shallots on it.

Put a few cucumber strips in sauce, fill them with tender lettuce, stinky vegetables and radish vegetables, and finally add shredded pepper potatoes!

When a piece of cake was rolled up, it was held in Hua Xiaoying's tender white hand, and sent to the red lips to take a fragrant bite, Yu Qian seemed to hear the voice of the fan swallowing saliva: "Oh, I'll go! I can't stand it! Go out to eat the cake immediately!"

"I want to make my own cakes! The problem is that there are no side dishes! Do you live in the suburbs when you have extra money?"

Yu Qian replied proudly: "I live in the urban village of Songgang City, this is the master's old house that has not been demolished, and there is a greenhouse in the yard, which is the small vegetables planted by the master before his death. The side dishes have already begun to be on the table, but the master has already left, which is really sad to say!"