Chapter 287 [Cooking]

Private school.

Qi Jingchun, Mr. Qi, whose natal name is three characters, stood with his hands behind his back.

Look at the sky quietly, the wind is rising and the clouds are rolling.

"What is coming has finally come..."

Outside the window, there is a peaceful and tranquil scene.

The flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance.

A few butterflies were dancing among the flowers, and occasionally the clear and melodious bird calls could be heard, adding more vitality to this quiet afternoon.

The brook not far away gurgles, as if playing a melodious piece of music.

The warm sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and falls on the ground in patches, adding a touch of warmth to the courtyard.

The interior of the house is also elegantly decorated.

There are several paintings and calligraphy by famous artists hanging on the walls, and various books are neatly placed on the bookshelves.

A middle-aged scholar stood in front of a desk.

He was wearing a green robe and a jade belt around his waist, which made him look more refined and elegant. His black hair was tied up with a simple hairpin, which made him look neat and tidy.

A pair of bright eyes sparkling with wisdom, making people feel his deep desire for knowledge.

Her nose is straight and delicate, her lips are thin and stylish, and there is always a gentle smile at the corners of her mouth.

Overall, his first impression is that he is gentle, humble and polite.

At this time, the Confucian scholar was standing with his hands behind his back, quietly standing by the window, looking up at the distant sky.

There was a barely perceptible hint of contemplation in his eyes, as if he was thinking about some important issue.

The breeze blew past, ruffling his clothes and hair, adding a sense of immortality.

He stood straight, but he didn't look stiff. Instead, he looked calm and composed. The sunlight shone in from the window, outlining a golden outline on his body, making him look even taller and more upright.

Behind this Confucian scholar is a desk covered with rice paper.

The table was filled with various study tools - pens, ink, paper and inkstone, with some already written manuscripts of poems scattered among them.

It can be seen that he also has a deep attainment in the art of calligraphy.

Every detail in the room reveals the owner's love and respect for traditional culture, while also highlighting his extraordinary cultural heritage.

As time slowly passed, the Confucian scholar remained where he was, without moving an inch.

Until a blush gradually appeared on the horizon, the sun set, and the sunset glowed on the window lattice, and the whole room was dyed with a warm and soft color.

At this moment, the Confucian scholar finally slowly withdrew his gaze, sighed slightly, and turned around.

His expression was very calm, without any emotion, as if the scene just now was just a normal part of his life. He walked slowly to the desk, sat down, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the rice paper.

The pen tip jumps on the paper, and the flowing characters appear on the paper. Every stroke reveals the author's profound cultural heritage and outstanding talent. With the last stroke, a beautiful calligraphy work appears before people's eyes.

The scholar also put away his pen, gently blew away the ink on the paper, and admired his own masterpiece with satisfaction.

At this moment, both outside the window and inside the room are filled with a harmonious and beautiful atmosphere.

This Confucian scholar demonstrated through his actions what it meant to be "a man of culture is naturally elegant", and fully displayed the tranquil and indifferent spirit of traditional Chinese culture.

His posture of standing with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky has become the most eye-catching focus in this picture.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, which slowly descended like a thick curtain, shrouding the entire world in darkness. The strong wind whistled through the treetops, making a "woooo" sound.

A few swallows and sparrows hurriedly looked for their homes, flapping their wings and hurriedly flew away. The leaves swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound, like a tragic and desolate symphony.

The dark clouds were rolling, and from time to time lightning tore through the sky, emitting dazzling light, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Then, there was a deafening rumble of thunder. At this moment when the storm was about to come, the whole world was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

In the courtyard, Zhigui still sat quietly on the stone bench, head down, deftly handling the fresh big fish in front of her. Her movements were skillful and gentle, and she seemed to be completely immersed in the work at hand.

Even though the outside world was facing a storm that was about to break out, she was not affected by it at all.

She looked calm and composed, her eyes were clear as water, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. There was no sign of nervousness or panic on her face, but she looked unusually calm and composed.

Zhigui was wearing a light-colored floral shirt and plain black trousers. She was petite and had fair, delicate skin that seemed as if it could be blown away. Her hair was black and shiny, and was casually tied into a ponytail with a pink ribbon and hung down behind her head.

Her big, clear eyes sparkled with a lively light, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, adding a bit of pitiful feeling. Her small nose and slightly upturned mouth corners made her look even more lovely and charming.

Zhigui held a sharp kitchen knife in his right hand and carefully cut along the edge of the fish scales, his movements light yet precise. His left hand gently pressed the fish body to prevent it from moving due to the sliding of the blade.

She carefully removed every scale of the fish, revealing the white and delicate fish meat. Then, she cut the fish open, removed the internal organs, and cleaned it. The whole process was smooth and natural, as if she was performing a sacred artistic creation.

However, in fact, Zhigui's heart was not as calm as she appeared on the surface. Every time lightning flashed across the sky, her heart would tremble violently, and the rumbling thunder made her feel even more frightened.

She was afraid that this sudden heavy rain would bring more troubles, and she was also worried that the elders at home would be worried. However, she knew that she could not show such fragile emotions in front of others, otherwise it would only make everyone more anxious.

So, she could only suppress her inner fear, pretend nothing had happened and continue to be busy with the work at hand.

Although he was filled with panic and anxiety, Zhigui tried his best to stay calm and not let external factors interfere with his emotions.

She knew that only in this way could she better cope with the upcoming challenges. So she prayed silently, hoping that the heavy rain would pass soon and that the elders at home would be safe.

At the same time, she also focused all her attention on the fish in her hand, hoping that through her efforts, she could give her family a delicious meal to alleviate everyone's worries and anxieties.

Finally, after a lot of busy work, Zhigui successfully completed the work at hand. She washed and marinated the fish and prepared to start cooking. At this time, the first drop of rain fell, followed by a downpour.

However, Zhigui did not stop what she was doing. Instead, she sped up her work, hoping to finish cooking as soon as possible and enjoy this delicious meal with her family.

(End of this chapter)