Zhou Yunshen nearly rolled his eyes, but the moment his eyelids moved, Liu Chengze smacked him on the back of the head again.
"Teacher, I'm a marquis, at least, and a military commander too. Where would I find the time to practice calligraphy every day? My writing isn't that bad, is it, Shuyue?"
Zhou Yunshen picked up his calligraphy and waved it at Jiang Shuyue. She hurriedly nodded. "You're amazing, husband! You're the best in the world!"
Zhou Yunshen smugly raised an eyebrow at Liu Chengze. Even your granddaughter says I'm amazing. Nothing left to say now, have you?
Liu Chengze smiled at him, then swung his hand back and smacked his backside.
"You little brat! Learned to use my granddaughter to threaten me, have you?"
"How old is she, and how old are you? How many written characters has she seen, and how many have you seen? A grown man comparing himself to a woman in everything-aren't you ashamed? How are you supposed to set an example for the children?"
"What if your children see how ugly your handwriting is and laugh at you?"
Zhou Yunshen nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, you're absolutely right!"
Resigned, he ground more ink and wrote another two pieces.
He was a military man, after all. What good would pretty handwriting do him? As long as he wasn't illiterate, that was enough.
Was there really any need to turn this into a matter of principle?
He was doing it on purpose. Definitely on purpose.
The children watched their father suffer with beaming smiles, then turned back to peeling pomegranates. "After we finish the pomegranates and rest a little, we can have roast wild boar tonight. What a feast we're having today!"
"Second Uncle and Eldest Brother really are amazing. They went out first thing this