Gu Chen looked at Old Wang, who was in a state of shock, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Uncle, it's not that serious, I'm just scribbling casually most of the time."
Upon hearing Gu Chen's words, Old Wang no longer cared about the unfinished beef bone he was gnawing on and hurriedly looked at the paper. The more he looked, the more he couldn't help but admire.
"Not to boast, but boy, your handwriting is truly not bad, it's got the air of my younger days. Where did you learn to write like this? I offered to teach you before, but you refused to learn, this kid..."
Gu Chen chuckled, "It's from the copybook that Teacher Li from our village gave me. That's my master!"
What a blatant lie without a hint of blushing.
Gu Chen didn't feel there was anything wrong; Old Wang couldn't possibly go and ask Teacher Li, could he?
Old Wang nodded and looked down at the characters Gu Chen had written, nodding with satisfaction and said, "Tsk, good, not bad at all."
