He stroked his beard, picked up a calligraphy brush, and dipped it into the thick ink on the inkstone. With flamboyant, dancing strokes, bold characters poured out onto the red paper. The brushwork was smooth and rounded, yet possessed a sharp, cutting edge.
A harmonious family gathers a hundred blessings; a joyful home welcomes a thousand fortunes. Banner: The Five Blessings Arrive!
Maurice Ashworth and the others carefully read the couplet Mr. Ashworth had written from beginning to end, and couldn't help but cheer in approval.
"Alright, hurry up and paste the couplets. We can't be slower than that old man Reginald!" Mr. Ashworth carefully blew on the black ink on the red paper. Seeing that the characters were nearly dry, he quickly handed the couplets to Maurice Ashworth and the others.
Hearing their grandfather's childish words, Maurice Ashworth and the others didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 'So even on a holiday like today, Grandpa still has to bicker with Mr. Reginald.'
