Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan answered in unison, "Okay, Mom!"

A short while later, Fu Ya arrived at Qing Xuanzi's residence with her two sons.

The gate to the courtyard wasn't bolted. Pushing it open, the aroma of breakfast wafted from the kitchen.

Hearing the commotion, Qing Xuanzi came out of the kitchen and saw Fu Ya with her two sons. He focused his divine sense on Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan.

Sensing their internal energy, he nodded. Not bad, they were all a little stronger than before. Although not much, it proved that they had been working hard.

As soon as Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan entered the room, they eagerly searched for their younger sister.

Rong Jiaojiao woke up early today and is sitting at the table, intently fiddling with the beans.

Hearing the noise, she looked up, saw her brothers, and her eyes lit up immediately: "Gaga!"

Rong Zhiyuan ran over, wanting to hug Rong Jiaojiao, but Rong Zhigao stopped him: "You have a chill in your body, take off your outer clothes first."

Rong Zhiyuan chuckled, took off his coat, picked up Rong Jiaojiao, and said excitedly, "Little sister, I've missed you so much!"

He pulled a handful of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into Rong Jiaojiao's hand: "Look, I brought you some candy!"

Rong Jiaojiao held the candy and laughed happily: "Jiejie ga ga!"

Rong Zhiyuan kissed her cheek and said, "It's 'thank you, brother,' not 'Jiejie gaga'!"

Rong Jiaojiao: "Jiejie ga ga!"

"Thanks!"

"Jie Jie!"

Rong Zhigao came over and pulled Rong Zhiyuan: "Alright, little sister is still young and her speech is not clear yet. She'll be fine in a few more months."

He took out a small wooden figurine, handed it to Rong Jiaojiao, and said, "Little sister, I brought you this. Is it pretty?"

These small wooden carvings are much more exquisite than the previous puppies, and their faces really do resemble Rong Jiaojiao's. The clothing parts of the wooden carvings are also painted, which is very beautiful and shows that they were made with great care.

Rong Jiaojiao took the wooden figurine, looked it over from left to right, and then patted her chest and said, "Baby! It's a baby!"

Rong Zhigao exclaimed in surprise, "My sister knows it's you?"

Qing Xuanzi, watching from the side, nodded in agreement: "You know what, it really does look a bit like it. The carving skills have improved!"

Even though Rong Zhigao was quite composed, he was still only a teenager. When he received praise from someone he respected, he couldn't help but show his delight.

He thanked Qingxuanzi, saying, "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Qingxuan."

Rong Jiaojiao held the wooden figurine in her hand, looking at it from left to right, and seemed to like it very much.

Rong Zhigao said with a smile, "I made this myself, little sister. Do you like it?"

Rong Jiaojiao held one in each hand, repeatedly exclaiming, "My baby is so pretty!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Seeing that it was almost time, Fu Ya quickly said, "Brother Qingxuan, it's almost time for work. I'll leave the three children to you."

Qing Xuanzi waved his hand: "Go ahead and get busy, the child won't go hungry or cold with me!"

"Okay, I'm leaving then."

After saying that, he quickly went out and rode away on his bike.

Qing Xuanzi asked the two brothers, "Have you had breakfast?"

"We ate!" they both answered in unison.

Qing Xuanzi nodded: "How are your fist and staff techniques coming along? Go to the courtyard and practice them for me to see."

Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan exchanged a glance, a hint of excitement flashing in their eyes, and said in unison, "Great!"

They had been eagerly anticipating Qingxuanzi's inspection of their training results.

The two quickly ran into the yard, got into position, and performed a set of punches with great force. Although their movements were still somewhat lacking, it was clear that they had improved a lot compared to a few months ago.

Every punch and kick from the two men was delivered with ferocity, clearly indicating that they had put in a lot of effort.

At this moment, Rong Jiaojiao also ran into the yard, still holding the wooden figurine in her hand. Seeing her brothers practicing martial arts, she imitated them, waving her little hands and babbling something.

After practicing their fist techniques, the two immediately began practicing their staff techniques.

The wooden stick in his hand was wielded with the speed of the wind, its shadow flying. Although there were occasional minor mistakes, the overall movement was quite fluid.

While wielding his stick, Rong Zhiyuan would occasionally steal glances at Rong Jiaojiao, trying to see if his younger sister was watching his performance attentively.

Qing Xuanzi stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the two perform intently.

His eyes held both approval and a hint of criticism.

After the two finished practicing, he nodded slightly and said, "Not bad, you've improved since last time. Zhigao, your fist technique is powerful, but your footwork needs to be more agile; Zhiyuan, your staff technique is fast, but you need to pay attention to the rhythm of your power and not just pursue speed."

Qing Xuanzi went up and demonstrated it himself, pointing out where the two of them were doing it wrong.

The two watched intently, listening carefully to Qing Xuanzi's comments, and immediately took them to heart.

Rong Zhigao said, "Uncle Qingxuan, we understand. We will definitely be more careful in the future."

Qing Xuanzi smiled slightly and nodded: "Alright, keep practicing every day from now on, and you will improve even faster."

Seeing Rong Jiaojiao gesturing with two small wooden carvings, Qing Xuanzi carried her into the house and said, "Now it's your turn to train."

Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan quickly followed. Rong Zhiyuan asked, "Uncle Qingxuan, what does my little sister want to practice?"

Qing Xuanzi: "Jiaojiao has a lot to practice, including leg balance, arm endurance, and finger dexterity..."

"Can we practice with our sister too?"

"Can……

That day, the small courtyard in town became much more lively with the presence of the two brothers, Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan.

That evening, Rong Lianhu, who had been missing for two days, finally reappeared. He went home and couldn't find his two sons, so he guessed they might have come to town. He rode his bicycle to find them. As soon as he entered the yard, Fu Ya followed him into the small courtyard.

Upon seeing her husband, Fu Ya immediately checked to see if he was injured.

Rong Lianhu let him examine him and said with a smile, "It's a small task, you're not injured."

Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan came out of the house and called out, "Mom and Dad, why did you come together?"

Rong Lianhu said, "We didn't arrive together. I got here first, and your mothers arrived later."

He brushed the snowflakes off his clothes and followed Fu Ya into the house.

Seeing Rong Jiaojiao chasing after a single bean with her chopsticks, she didn't even glance at them as they entered.

Rong Lianhu approached and squatted down beside him to watch. Rong Zhiyuan explained, "My little sister can use chopsticks to pick up beans and make puzzles. She's amazing."

Rong Lianhu exclaimed, "Jiaojiao is wonderful!"

Rong Jiaojiao finally reacted, looked up and saw her father, and smiled and praised herself: "Baby is great!"

Fu Ya chuckled: "Next time, if you want to get her attention, you'll have to praise her."

At this moment, Qing Xuanzi brought out a steaming pot from the kitchen and placed it on the small stove: "Alright, stop talking and wash your hands and eat. You two are lucky; this pot was made by you two boys."

Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan immediately went to get bowls and chopsticks. Rong Jiaojiao stopped playing with the beans and patted the table with her little hands, excitedly saying, "Baby wants to eat!"