Xie Yan picked up the notebook, looked at the huge characters on it, and couldn't help but sigh softly. He said gently to Chaochao, "Chaochao, you're almost two years old now. You're a big kid now. You can't write such big characters anymore, okay?"

He patted Chaochao's head and then said, "You have to try to control yourself and write the words smaller."

With an innocent look on her face, Chaochao shook her head honestly and answered in a childish voice, "I can't control myself."

Xie Yan was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but smile. He gently pinched her chubby little face and said affectionately, "It's okay, Daddy will teach you."

As he spoke, he picked up a brand-new notebook from the large table and handed it to Chaochao, his face beaming with a warm smile. "Starting with this notebook, let's learn to write smaller together. Look, Daddy's writing is all small."

Chaochao had always admired her father's beautiful handwriting. When she heard that her father was going to teach her to write, her eyes lit up like two little stars. Her face turned red with excitement, and she nodded vigorously, her eyes full of anticipation.

Then, the father and daughter sat down side by side at the small table specially made for Chaochao. Xie Yan gently held Chaochao's little hand, his movements soft and patient, guiding her hand little by little as she slowly wrote stroke by stroke on the notebook.

After finishing writing a line, Xie Yan lowered his head slightly, his gaze gentle and tender, and softly asked Chaochao, "Chaochao, do you feel how to write the small characters now?"

Chaochao was so excited that she couldn't wait to answer, "I'll try, Dad."

Because Xie Yan insisted on reading and writing every morning, he naturally felt that mornings were for reading and writing, and afternoons were for playing.

She spends most of her time with Xie Yan, so she not only has no aversion to reading and writing, but also loves it.

Xie Yan watched as she held the pen and began to write the characters she had just written in a very professional manner, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although he was young and didn't have much strength in his hands, making his writing look light and floating on the paper, lacking power, he was still very pleased.

Chaochao's positive and willing-to-learn attitude is truly commendable.

Seeing that she had written several characters that were passable, Xie Yan couldn't help but praise her, "Not bad! Xie Chaochao, these characters are really well written." As he spoke, he gave her a thumbs up and a big thumbs up.

Upon hearing the praise, Chaochao became even more excited. She grinned, revealing her tiny teeth, and proudly shook her head, saying, "I can write even better!"

Xie Yan nodded in agreement, "Of course, our Chaochao has only just started learning to write small characters. She will definitely write better and better in the future."

“Come on, let Dad write a few more for you. Just copy what Dad wrote. When you grow up a little more, you might be able to surpass Dad.”

"Really?" Chaochao's eyes widened. In her little world, her father's handwriting was already incomparably beautiful. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to have handwriting even better than her father's.

Xie Yan nodded seriously, "Dad writes slowly, and you watch Dad's stroke order carefully."

Chaochao immediately lay down on the small table, staring intently at Xie Yan's hands with a serious expression.

Xie Yan wrote down a few characters she often wrote and said, "Practice these characters first. Once you're familiar with how to write small characters, Daddy will teach you new ones, okay?"

Chaochao nodded quickly, snatched the pen from Xie Yan's hand, and urged, "Dad, go read your book, I'll write it myself."

Xie Yan couldn't help but laugh. This little guy was really impatient, always rushing around. He helped Chaochao adjust her writing posture and habits, then turned to do his own thing.

After this period of learning and practice, Xie Yan now looks somewhat like a doctor, no longer the "fake" doctor who only had theoretical knowledge but no practical experience.

However, as the saying goes, "Learning has no end." After finally finishing reading all the books he had collected and integrating the knowledge under the guidance of his master Zheng Hedong, he thought he could finally take a good rest. But to his surprise, his good master brought over a stack of handwritten books.

These were all handwritten by the master craftsman, stroke by stroke, based on his many years of experience; they are truly the life's treasures of an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Xie Yan cherished the book immensely, carefully covering each one with a book cover.

He studied diligently and copied down notes carefully, writing his own annotations in the notebook.

The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of writing. Xie Yan and Chao Chao were engrossed in their writing, not disturbing each other, and both were writing with great concentration.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Yue returned.

She saw the two people writing diligently inside, so she tiptoed to the window to take a look, without making a sound to disturb them, and then turned around and went straight to the kitchen to prepare a meal.

The thank-you banquet was "awakened" by the aroma of food.

Chaochao also smelled the tempting aroma. She rubbed her rumbling stomach, put down her pen, and pitifully said to Xie Yan, "Daddy, I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Xie Yan felt a pang of guilt. He had been so engrossed in reading that he had forgotten to get food for the child.

He quickly stood up. "Wait here, Dad will get you something to eat." As he spoke, he took out walnut shortbread and sponge cake from the cupboard (the sponge cake was taken from his spatial dimension, since it spoils easily).

He handed Chaochao a walnut shortbread and a piece of sponge cake, and then, feeling hungry, he started eating as well. "You eat first, and Dad will take Mom's portion to her."

Chaochao stretched out her chubby little hand, grabbed Xie Yan's hand, and said in her childish voice, "I want to go too!"

"Okay!" Xie Yan took her little hand and instructed, "Walk slowly, let's go find Mom."

Chaochao nodded obediently.

The threshold at home is quite high, and given Chaochao's small size, it takes a lot of effort for her to step over it every time she gets there.

Today, she was holding a sponge cake in her hand, which made her even more trapped.

Seeing this, Xie Yan quickly squatted down, picked her up, and said with a smile, "Alright, we can set off now."

As soon as Chaochao's feet touched the ground, she ran towards the kitchen.

Yu Yue had just weighed out the stir-fried eggplant and peppers when she heard footsteps outside. She didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard the footsteps grow quieter as they reached the door. A smile played on her lips as she pretended not to notice what was happening outside and continued doing what she was doing.

At the doorway, Chaochao gently placed a finger to her lips, gesturing for Xie Yan to be quiet.

Seeing this, Xie Yan thought his daughter looked extremely cute and couldn't help but want to laugh, but he still obediently cooperated and nodded gently.