However, the old man of the Li family completely ignored them, went straight to Xiao Xinyan's side, bent down, picked up the little baby, and left.

"Yanbao, let's go with Grandpa! We can't stay with these Calabash Brothers for too long, or we'll get smelly from their stinky feet."

The seven gourd brothers of the Li family: "..."

Grandpa, our feet don't smell at all!

Please don't talk nonsense!

Don't let this ruin our perfect image in our sister's eyes!

The old master of the Li family carried Xiao Xinyan into his study before putting her down.

As is typical of his age, Grandpa Li felt tired after holding a three-and-a-half-year-old baby for only a short while.

It's no longer useful.

Xiao Xinyan looked around curiously, then asked the old man with some confusion, "Grandpa, why did you bring Yanyan into the study?"

The old man of the Li family looked at her with kind eyes and asked with a smile, "Yanbao, can you write your own name?"

Xiao Xinyan shook her head and told the truth: "No, Mother only taught Yan Yan to recognize some simple characters. She didn't teach Yan Bao to write. It seems that Mother can't write Chinese characters. The characters that Mother can write look completely different from the characters that Mother taught Yan Yan to recognize."

The mother taught Xiao Xinyan to recognize Chinese characters, but the characters with the same pronunciation, when written by the mother, were completely different from Chinese characters, as if they were written in another script.

The old man of the Li family didn't pay much attention to Xiao Xinyan's answer; he only noticed that the little boy couldn't write his name.

The old man smiled kindly at the little boy and asked again, "How about Grandpa teaches Yanbao to write his own name now?"

Since the child is already three and a half years old, it's time for him to go to kindergarten and he should learn to write his own name.

Upon hearing her grandfather's words, Xiao Xinyan's eyes lit up, and she nodded hurriedly.

"good!"