The Lin family's little boy returns to being eight years old, taking his family to new heights.

When we got to the market entrance, our family's stall was already surrounded by people. My dad was sweating profusely, wiping his brow and shouting something. The people around us seemed a bit anxious.

Grandpa stood to the side with a pen and paper, scratching his head as he scribbled and drew.

Lin Xi couldn't speak, so she forced her way in.

"Hey, hey, don't cut in line!"

"Oh dear, that's the stall owner's daughter! Make way! The little stall owner is coming! Move aside!"

With a whoosh, the crowded people immediately parted to the sides, instantly creating a narrow path.

Lin Xidu felt a little embarrassed and ran over with a blush on her face.

A returning customer from a few days ago said, "Young lady, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting in line for twenty minutes already. Your grandpa is so slow!"

Lin Dayuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his daughter arrive.

Lin Guojun rushed over as if he had seen a savior, "Xiao Xi, thank goodness you came, I... I can't read!"

Your dad doesn't have time to write. There are so many people, neither of us can remember who is who, nor can we remember the guests' requests.

"I...I've made several bowls wrong."

Lin Guojun looked like a child who had made a mistake, feeling uneasy.

Lin Xi stretched her neck and said with difficulty, "It's...nothing, Grandpa." Then she picked up a pen and paper and winked at her father.

Lin Dayuan shouted, "Everyone! My daughter is here, but her voice is hoarse. Just tell her what flavor you want!"

Everyone immediately stopped being impatient. This little girl was very efficient, and they would be able to eat soon.

After Lin Xi finished writing down the numbers for ten people, she tore them off and threw them to her father. Then she passed the numbers on in order and also put a number on the rim of Lin Dayuan's bowl.

After each bowl was made, Grandpa Lin would call out the number. Although he couldn't read, he could recognize numbers.

The stalled queue began to move forward, and everyone looked gratefully at the little girl. If it weren't for her, they didn't know how much longer they would have had to wait.

Lin Xi flipped through the notebook and suddenly remembered that she still owed someone a few bowls of rice. She quickly tugged at Lin Dayuan and showed him the notebook.

These were the stall owners who arrived last yesterday and made reservations in advance.

Lin Dayuan slapped his forehead. Really, he had forgotten about that!

After finishing cooking for the vendors, Lin Xi picked up two bowls and rushed inside, causing panic among the people in line behind her. "Hey, where are you going, little girl? Don't go!"

"She's going to deliver food, she'll be back in a bit," Lin Dayuan called out for his daughter.

Oh dear, what am I going to do when my daughter starts school...?

"Can you deliver food to us? My home is very close by."

"Yes, me too, it's only a few hundred meters."

"I'm nearby too! I'm nearby too!"

……

"Um, you can ask my daughter when she gets back."

Everyone looked at each other, puzzled. What did this mean? Was this just an excuse, or was it really that eight-year-old girl who was in charge?

But the young girl was too busy, taking notes while delivering meals back and forth. Everyone opened their mouths several times, but before they could even speak, the girl would run off.

Just when she finally had a moment to herself, a girl called out, "Little sister, I heard your family delivers food. My house is just a few hundred meters away. Can you deliver food to me?"

Lin Xi smacked her lips a few times, but when she realized there was no sound, she understood that her throat was damaged.

The girl only then remembered that the stall owner had mentioned his daughter's voice was hoarse, and she suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. She quickly said, "Little sister, no need, I live nearby anyway, I can just come and buy it myself."

The customers nearby also felt their eyes well up with tears when they saw the little girl unable to speak.

While her own daughter was lying in a warm bed watching TV, this little girl had to set up a stall in the cold winter.

Everyone said there was no need to send it.

Lin Xi took out a pen and paper and wrote on it: I can deliver, but it will be a bit slow, and only within one kilometer. It won't taste good if it takes too long.

She tore off a piece of paper and handed it to the first girl who had spoken. The girl took it, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes. The paper had neat, printed words on it.

She read it aloud to those around her, and everyone clapped and cheered.

"Little sister, your handwriting is so beautiful. Can I have this piece of paper?"

Lin Xi nodded.

The girl excitedly folded it up and was about to put it in her pocket when a middle-aged man next to her asked, "Can I take a look?"

"can."

The girl handed it over, staring intently at it, as if afraid the man wouldn't return it to her.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the handwriting. He adjusted his glasses, brought the paper closer, and examined it carefully.

Seeing that the man had been looking at her for a long time without returning her, the girl urged, "Brother, can you give it back to me now?"

"Ahem, here you go."

He is a calligraphy teacher and has seen many young people who can write beautiful characters, but he has never seen anyone write characters that look like they have been printed out.

And this person is just an eight-year-old girl.

"Little girl, could you write a few words for me?"

Lin Xi: "...?"

This man doesn't seem like he can't write, so why would you ask him to write something?

Seeing the little girl's surprised look, the middle-aged man said, "I really like your handwriting."

Lin Xi suddenly realized and understood.

She nodded, picked up a pen and wrote a poem. After finishing, she tore it off and handed it to him before hurrying off to do her work.

The man looked at the poem "Qinyuanchun: Snow" above his head with a satisfied expression.

The girl pouted; she was the one who noticed it first.

Even as the crowd gradually dispersed and Lin Xi and her group were about to pack up their stall, the middle-aged man was still there.

During this time, he looked at the calligraphy again and again. It can be said that every stroke, every turn, and every pause was exactly the same as the printed version.

Seeing that the man showed no sign of leaving, Lin Dayuan stepped forward and asked, "Brother, we're about to pack up. Is there anything else you need?"

The man stood up, shook Lin Dayuan's hand, and said, "Hello, my name is Hu Yihang, and I am a calligraphy teacher. Your daughter's handwriting is excellent."

I'd like to ask if you are interested in participating in a calligraphy competition?

Upon hearing this, Lin Xi stretched out her right hand and rubbed her index finger and thumb together.

Hu Yihang expressed his confusion, while Lin Dayuan asked directly, "Is there any prize money for this competition?"

"Oh, yes, they gave quite a lot."

Lin Dayuan glanced at his daughter's expression, and seeing Lin Xi nod, he asked, "What kind of competition is this? How do we participate?"

"It's called a youth calligraphy competition. You need to write a piece of calligraphy on standard manuscript paper, leave your signature on the last line, and then just hand it to me after you're done."

Some children in our class will also participate in this competition, and we will submit our entries together.

"Well... I don't know if you'd mind adding our calligraphy class's name after yours. Regardless of the competition results, I'll give you an extra 500 yuan."

Seeing that the two of them had frowned, Hu Yihang quickly explained, "Don't worry, we are a legitimate calligraphy class. Since it's newly opened, we wanted to use your daughter's name to advertise. I have a feeling she will win the grand prize."

Lin Xi took out paper and pen, gesturing for him to write a few words to see his skill level.

If the calligraphy teacher doesn't have enough skills, no matter how much money you offer, she won't help with advertising.

Hu Yihang understood what the little girl meant, and sat down and wrote a few lines of text, which was also the poem "Qinyuanchun".

Lin Xi stood by and watched, becoming more and more satisfied; this teacher was very skilled.

After Hu Yixing finished writing, he wrote it again in a different font, which was running script.

Lin Xi gave him a thumbs up and then nodded.

Hu Yihang immediately beamed with joy, "Just hand this calligraphy over to me before the New Year, and the competition results will be out before March."

Lin Xi stretched out her hand and rubbed her fingers together. Hu Yihang immediately said, "The first prize is two thousand yuan, and the grand prize is three thousand yuan." Lin Xi nodded in satisfaction, and both of them left contentedly.