"It shouldn't be, my father just left," Yan Chenghuan said.
Mrs. Yan was just about to turn and get the prepared red paper when An Yu said, "Mom, why don't I write the Spring Festival couplets for our family? I've grown up but haven't written couplets before."
An Yu was confident that even though he was younger, his calligraphy would definitely not be worse than that of the village chief.
Only then did Mrs. Yan remember; she seemed to have heard An Yu say that her son had been studying since childhood and was known as a young genius in the capital.
"Well, that sounds good." Saying this, Mrs. Yan turned back to Yan Chenghuan and said, "Chenghuan, since Yuyu can write the couplets, we won't bother the village chief's family anymore. Go back and tell your father about this."
"Alright, I'll head back first." After saying that, Yan Chenghuan turned and left.
Mrs. Yan cut the red paper, and An Yu asked her, "Do we have ink and brush at home?"
