"Okay!" Qingtian immediately turned around and went out to find Ye Changrui.

Ye Changrui knew that this was an excuse that adults could use to stop them from hanging around and asking questions.

But he still took out the booklet of poems that Young Master Qin wrote for Qingtian, picked out a poem that Qingtian couldn't recite yet, and started teaching it.

It was not known whether the sugar-roasted chestnuts were too tempting or Qingtian’s memory was getting better and better, but after he had read it twice with Qingtian, she was able to recite it.

"Brother, did I recite it correctly?" Qingtian asked Ye Changrui excitedly.

Ye Changrui felt his heart bleed. If only the sun could come out so quickly after he memorized the book...

However, he could only nod and praise, "Qingtian recited it really quickly and well. He didn't even check a single word and recited it correctly!"

Looking at the four confused and stupid brothers next to him, Ye Changrui couldn't help but sigh, but he regained a little confidence as a brother.

It must not be that I am too stupid, but that my sister is too smart.

Not long after Mrs. Ye coaxed Qingtian away, she saw her running back again.

"Mom, I memorized it."

"You memorized it so quickly?" Mrs. Ye asked in surprise.

"Yes, brother said I got it all wrong." Qingtian nodded.

Mrs. Ye suddenly remembered the time when she took Qingtian into the city. She could repeat the ten or so kinds of noodles that the waiter reported after only listening to them once.

It seems that was not a coincidence. Qingtian is a kid with a really good memory!

Mrs. Ye bent down, picked up Qingtian, kissed her hard on the cheek and said, "Qingtian, you're getting better and better. I didn't know you could recite it so quickly. Just wait a little longer, okay?"

"good--"

Qingtian's face turned red from the praise, and she hugged Mrs. Ye's neck embarrassedly to prevent her from seeing her blushing face.

"Recite the poem you know to mother, and it will be fine after you recite the chestnuts."

Qingtian started reciting the first poem in the booklet, and suddenly a clear child's voice was heard in the kitchen.

After she finished reciting one song after another, Mrs. Ye kept her promise and lifted the lid of the pot, then used a colander to scoop the sugar-roasted chestnuts into a basket that had been prepared on the side.

The aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts filled the entire kitchen domineeringly.

Mrs. Ye put down the sunny day, picked up the basket and shook it a few times to let the chestnuts that had just come out of the pot cool down, and then she called the children over to taste them.

"Be careful, don't burn your mouth!"

As Mrs. Ye spoke, she broke one open, blew on it, and after making sure it was not hot, she stuffed it into Qingtian's mouth.

"Is it delicious?"

“It’s so delicious!”

While eating the sweet and soft sugar-roasted chestnuts, Qingtian instantly decided that sugar-roasted chestnuts had surpassed candied haws and became the most delicious snack in her heart.