After looking at Guoguo's homework, Su Xiaonuan noticed that Doudou's homework was missing the number 2. From 1 to 9, only the number 2 was missing. Looking at the erasing marks on the notebook, she concluded that Doudou either didn't know how to write the number 2 or didn't write it well, so she erased it and wrote other numbers instead.
Su Xiaonuan, who has never had children, used to hear her older female colleagues discussing their children. Her colleagues' children were also late talkers, and the adults were so anxious that they sought medical help everywhere. However, the older generation told them not to worry and that children who talk late are blessed and will be especially smart.
As it turns out, this is indeed the case. Guoguo also started talking late. Doudou started talking around one year old, while Guoguo didn't start talking until she was over two years old. Now, Guoguo, who started talking late, can actually say more words.
Being a mother is really not easy. She now finally understands what other mothers are like. Children's growth cannot be taken lightly, especially their early education. It must be taken very seriously. Only by guiding children well can they develop the right outlook on life and values in the future.
Ye Mei got up to use the bathroom and, seeing that her daughter was still awake, whispered, "Xiao Nuan, why aren't you asleep so late?"
She waved. "Mom, come take a look."
"What are you looking at?" Ye Mei yawned as she walked over. "Aren't these the children's workbooks? Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, the teacher praised Guo Guo today, saying that he is smart and sensible, and that he writes well too."
Xiao Nuan told Ye Mei about Dou Dou's unusual reaction tonight and asked her to go to school tomorrow and tell the teacher not to always praise Guo Guo, as it would put pressure on Dou Dou and make Guo Guo proud.
“Dou Dou is indeed unhappy today.” Ye Mei nodded. “I knew it! What’s wrong with this child? Oh, so that’s what’s going on. Luckily you’re observant, otherwise, if this continued, the two children would go to opposite extremes.”
“They are all good children. No matter how slow Dou Dou is, in my heart, he is the smartest child,” Su Xiaonuan said. “Mom, can you teach Dou Dou tomorrow? He may not be able to write the character ‘2’. You can tell he is very serious, but he still can’t write that character.”
Ye Mei flipped through the two pages of homework Guo Guo had written, "Heh, she really did miss this number."
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At five o'clock in the morning, Ye Mei got up and quietly turned off the alarm clock, wanting her daughter to sleep a little longer.
She didn't even dare to go into the kitchen to make breakfast, and instead rode in her husband's tricycle to the agricultural wholesale market to buy ingredients.
With Ye Mei by his side, the ingredients they bought were cheaper than yesterday. Su Ming wasn't good at bargaining, but Ye Mei was very good at it; she learned it from the neighbors after moving into the tenement.
Su Ming got smarter; he would have large quantities of ingredients delivered to the store, and he would pick up the smaller, looser ingredients himself.
After leaving the wholesale market, the two parted ways.
Su Ming took the ingredients to the restaurant.
Ye Mei bought breakfast and took the bus back to Yaleju.
Xiao Nuan and the two children were still asleep when Ye Mei checked the time and woke them up.
Su Xiaonuan complained to Ye Mei that she shouldn't have turned off the alarm clock.
She also needs to make breakfast and deliver it to Dian Dian.
There wasn't enough time to go to the shop to cook, so I added preserved egg and minced meat to the plain porridge my mom bought and cooked it into preserved egg and lean pork porridge. I also grabbed a bowl of sweet tofu pudding and rushed out to catch the bus to the hospital.
Dian Dian has already gotten up and washed up. Although she is still lying in bed, she looks much better than yesterday.
"Sister Xiaonuan, so early?" Dian Dian greeted her with a smile. "Even earlier than my dad."
Su Xiaonuan breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting ahead of Director Yu.
She hurried to the bedside, smelled the face cream on Dian Dian's face, and knew that she had washed her face and brushed her teeth. She placed the porridge and tofu pudding on the bedside table. "Dian Dian, what do you want to eat? The century egg and lean pork porridge is savory, and the tofu pudding is sweet."
"Century egg and lean pork congee?" Dian Dian craned her neck to take a look. "This is it. I've never had congee like this before. I won't have sweet tofu pudding. I used to eat this all the time. It's everywhere."
Dian Dian first tried a small bite, and the delicious taste made her eat it in big mouthfuls. It was the first time in her life that she had eaten such delicious porridge.
When Yu Yang came in, he saw his daughter eating and his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.
Dian Dian ate a box of preserved egg and lean pork congee, and was still not satisfied. "Sister Xiao Nuan, can I have this for lunch too?"
"No." Su Xiaonuan stood up. "You're too thin. At noon, I'll have to cook you porridge with the old hen soup."
"Is chicken soup porridge as delicious as this preserved egg and lean pork porridge?"
"Of course." She stood up to take her leave.
Before Yu Yang could even express his gratitude, she had already rushed off.
When they returned to the hotel, there were suddenly two men and two women in the restaurant.
The restaurant doesn't sell breakfast?
Thinking it was a customer, she quickly went inside. "We only serve lunch and dinner; please find somewhere else for breakfast!"
“Boss, they’re here to help.” Xiao Cui pointed to the four people.
Hearing Xiao Cui call him "boss," one of the girls said, "Boss lady, we're here to help you, we're here to help you..."
Realizing she had almost said the wrong thing, the girl swallowed back the word "boss" that she was about to say.
The boss repeatedly warned them not to let anything slip and to keep his true identity a secret.
"What is it?" Su Xiaonuan asked.
“It was our old friend Xiao Moran who asked us to come and help,” another man interjected.
Although Xiao Moran was away on a business trip, he kept a close eye on Xiao Nuan's shop and secretly sent people to look after it. Naturally, he knew everything that happened in the shop yesterday.
"So you were summoned by Mo Ran? Thank you so much!" She was worried about not having enough manpower, and even if she did, there wouldn't be enough time to recruit people immediately.
Suddenly, we had four more helpers, and they could take care of many things in the kitchen.
However, she is a person who knows her limits.
Since they were Xiao Moran's old friends, she couldn't just use them for free. She first had her chef prepare a sumptuous breakfast to treat them before letting them get into their tedious and mundane work, and even said she would pay them wages.
As Su Xiaonuan was writing a job posting on the blackboard by the door, the owner of the Hao You Lai restaurant next door slowly walked over. "Hello, can I have a chat with you?"
"Who are you?" Su Xiaonuan turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her.
The man pointed to the shop next door. "I'm the owner of this shop."
"So you're the owner of Hao You Lai? What's your surname?"
"My surname is Huang."
"Mr. Huang, please come in!"
Su Xiaonuan led the visitors into the shop and personally brewed tea for them.
Mr. Huang took a sip of tea, placed the teacup on the table, and repeated this several times before finally mustering the courage to speak. "I see your business is doing very well, with many customers queuing up to eat. Why don't you transfer ownership of my shop as well?"
"..." Su Xiaonuan didn't speak, but picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea.
"Don't worry, I'll transfer it to you at a low price, not five hundred, just three hundred will do." Boss Huang gestured with his fingers. "Just like the rules for transferring this store, my staff and I are willing to continue working for you, and you don't need to hire new people. They are all experienced and easy to use."
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