Watching Qing Xuanzi toss beans into the bowl one by one, making a crisp clinking sound, she curiously leaned against her master to watch, but she couldn't understand why she couldn't pick them up with her own fingers.
After watching for a while, she tried again, but after several attempts she still couldn't pick it up. The little girl lost patience, threw down the chopsticks, and ran off to play.
Qing Xuanzi did not force her, but the clinking sound of the beans being thrown grew louder and more frequent.
The little guy couldn't help but come over and take another look, and occasionally he would pick up the chopsticks and try again, but he still never succeeded.
Qing Xuanzi used chopsticks to arrange the beans he had picked out into various patterns on the table.
Rong Jiaojiao ran over curiously to take a look, and her eyes lit up when she saw the little rabbit, flower and house that her master had made out of beans.
She squatted by the table, tilting her head to carefully examine the cute patterns, muttering, "Little bunny, Fafa, little house..."
Seeing that she was attracted, Qing Xuanzi stopped what he was doing and said to her with a smile, "Jiaobao, if you can pick up beans with chopsticks, you can arrange them into your favorite patterns!"
Rong Jiaojiao looked up at her master, then at the beans in the basin, hesitating for a moment, but was quickly overcome by interest.
She ran to the table, reached for the chopsticks again, and pursed her lips. This time, her movements were noticeably more cautious.
She carefully picked up the chopsticks, her eyes fixed on a bean, her little hands trembling slightly as she tried to pick it up.
This time, she actually managed to catch the bean, although she only managed to hold it for a second before it slipped away, but she was already very happy.
"Father Xi, I caught it!" She excitedly raised her head, her little face flushed, her eyes full of anticipation for her master's praise.
Qing Xuanzi smiled and nodded, encouraging her, "Jiaobao is really amazing! Try again, this time you'll definitely be able to get it into the bowl."
Encouraged by Qing Xuanzi, Rong Jiaojiao tried again.
This time she was more focused, her little hands steadily holding the bean, carefully placing it into the bowl. She succeeded!
"Dad, I got it!" She jumped up excitedly, waving her little hands in the air, her face full of pride.
Qing Xuanzi cheered along with her, laughing and saying, "Jiaobao, you're amazing! Keep it up, soon you'll be able to make your favorite patterns with beans!"
Rong Jiaojiao looked at the beans in the basin, her mind calming down. One bean after another, the small bowl filled with more and more beans.
After taking a small portion of the bowl, she carefully picked up some beans from the bowl and began trying to arrange them into her own pattern.
She first arranged two small circles, one large and one small, and then placed two lines on each side of each circle, making it look like a little snowman.
Next, she used a few beans to make eyes and a mouth on the snowman's face. Although they were a bit crooked, Qingxuanzi thought they were the cutest patterns in the world.
“Father Xi, look! Baby’s white doll!” Rong Jiaojiao excitedly pointed to her work, her little face flushed and her eyes full of pride.
Looking at her work, Qing Xuanzi couldn't help but laugh, giving her a thumbs up and praising, "Jiao Bao is really amazing! This white-faced person is so cute!"
Rong Jiaojiao was even happier after hearing the praise.
She then began trying to create other patterns, and although her movements were still clumsy, she was completely immersed in them.
Qing Xuanzi didn't disturb her, but just sat quietly to the side, watching her carefully arrange the beans.
In his view, this is not just a simple game, but also a good way to exercise finger dexterity and concentration.
As time went on, Rong Jiaojiao's movements became more and more skilled, and the patterns she created became more and more complex.
Qingxuanzi also poured out corn kernels and rice for her, letting her try to match different colors to make the pattern more colorful.
“Father Xi, this is a little hair, this is a penis, this is…” Rong Jiaojiao excitedly introduced her work to Qing Xuanzi while pointing to it.
Qing Xuanzi listened to her introduction with great satisfaction.
He never expected that this simple game could get Rong Jiaojiao so engrossed, and that it could also improve her abilities without her even realizing it.
"Jiaobao, you have such a vivid imagination! These patterns are all so beautiful."
Although Qing Xuanzi wouldn't know what many of the patterns were without her explanation, it didn't stop him from sincerely praising them.
Rong Jiaojiao became even more smug upon hearing this, and she began to try new patterns, completely immersed in her own world.
Looking at her, Qing Xuanzi secretly decided that he would play such games with her more often in the future, so that she could grow up happily.
Before we knew it, the sky was gradually darkening.
It was getting late. Rong Lianhu and Fu Ya hadn't come today, so it seemed they weren't coming. He said to Rong Jiaojiao, "Jiaobao, you play here by yourself. Master is going to cook."
Rong Jiaojiao looked up at her master and said, "Baby, play, Dou Dou!"
"Fine, you can play by yourself!"
Anyway, he's in the kitchen, so he can just keep an eye on her with his divine sense at any time.
He went to the kitchen to busy himself, keeping his divine sense focused on Rong Jiaojiao. He didn't notice the door until he heard a knock. He checked with his divine sense and found that it was Fu Ya.
Using her divine sense to open the door for her, Fu Ya hurriedly pushed her bicycle into the yard and rushed into the house.
A wounded soldier came to her shop just before she was about to leave work today. She was supposed to go home after finishing her work, but she habitually came to town to take a look after him after get off work.
Today was no different. By the time she came to her senses, she had already turned onto the road leading to town, so she simply sped up to take a look, and unexpectedly found something delightful.
Rong Jiaojiao had already put down her chopsticks and run to the door when she heard the knock. Looking at Fu Ya, she called out sweetly and clearly, "Mommy."
"Hey, Mommy's little darling, when did you get back?"
Fu Ya was overjoyed to hear "Mom!" and wanted to pick her up, but she was covered in snowflakes, so she quickly took off her coat before picking up Rong Jiaojiao.
"Mommy, baby, Daddy is playing with beans." Rong Jiaojiao hugged Fu Ya's neck, pressed her little face against hers, and couldn't wait to share her masterpiece.
Fu Ya gently kissed her cheek, feeling extremely grateful to Qing Xuanzi. No matter how much time had passed, her precious darling had never forgotten them.
She smiled and said, "What kind of beans are you playing with, baby? Mommy wants to see too, isn't it amazing?"
Rong Jiaojiao pointed to the table: "Dou Dou, for the baby."
Following the direction her daughter was pointing, she saw the patterns made of beans, corn kernels, and rice on the table, and her eyes lit up immediately.
"Wow, baby, did you make all of this? It's so beautiful!"
Fu Ya exclaimed in amazement, looking at the crooked yet childlike patterns, she felt extremely admiring of Qing Xuanzi.
For a child this young to be taught to be this well, it shows he put in 100% effort. She dares to say that even as a mother, she couldn't have that kind of patience.
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