"Have you done your homework?" Chen Suwen asked, staring at her, suddenly remembering her.
Zhao Lexin nodded, "It's finished."
The school assignments were not many, and Zhao Lexin had already finished them while she was still at school.
The homework Chen Suwen mentioned was a set of questions that Zhou Qingyun and Chen Suwen had jointly created and assigned specifically to her.
The little girl is very talented, but the homework assigned by the school cannot bring out her intelligence or allow her to learn more.
The main reason is that in the previous years, the teachers in the schools didn't teach much.
Therefore, in order not to hinder the girl's talent, Chen Suwen and Zhou Qingyun assigned her a lot of homework.
Of course, considering that she is only a seven-year-old child, the amount of homework assigned to her is not much, it's just that the knowledge she needs is broad.
"Grandpa and Grandma have high hopes for you and expect you to be even more capable than them in the future. Don't let us down."
Zhao Lexin nodded, "I will definitely study hard!"
Chen Suwen knew Zhao Lexin's self-control; the girl was a little lively, but she was still very serious about her studies.
The most important thing is that she is smart enough.
Chen Suwen was no longer able to do it.
She just reads from the book.
For example, when she was in school, she only knew how to learn the knowledge in books in a rigid way.
Later, when she sold snacks, she used recipes developed by others; she didn't have any recipes developed by herself.
Later, in the apocalypse, she awakened her wood-type superpowers. She learned all sorts of potions, prescriptions, and plant cultivation from others.
She can only copy and learn from what others have researched. She can't use her imagination to invent something on her own.
Sometimes she really admired Zhao Lexin and the others for their imaginations; they could really let their imaginations run wild and come up with many things she didn't understand.
“You three should also do your homework obediently, okay?” Chen Suwen looked at Zhou Min and the two children.
Yes, Zhou Xian and Zhou Mei, two children who are still in kindergarten, also have homework.
It wasn't a particularly difficult course; it was just about learning to write one's name and the numbers 1-10.
For pinyin, you need to write the six pinyin letters aoe, iuü, etc. I haven't learned the others much.
Upon hearing Chen Suwen remind them to do their homework, the three aunt and nieces quickly turned and ran away.
I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen...
It's already the holidays, but I still have to do homework. It's so annoying.
Chen Suwen ignored them, saying, "Keep an eye on the eldest son's family and the third son's family. Don't forget their homework."
"Okay, Mom, we'll keep an eye on it."
"Alright, I'm leaving."
After finishing her sentence, Chen Suwen ignored her family and rode her bicycle out the door.
She had a red scarf around her neck, but wasn't wearing the red dress.
That dress is suitable for spring and autumn, but spring and autumn in Guangzhou are not cold. She estimated that the temperature today was around 20°C, which was a bit chilly and not suitable for wearing a dress.
So she wore long sleeves and trousers, with a coat over her shoulders and a scarf around her neck, and rode her bike out.
She was in a good mood as she rode her bike and breathed in the fresh air.
At least it's better than when she's on the bus, being attacked by all sorts of smells and the bumps of the vehicle, which makes her carsick, right?
Although she doesn't vomit when she's on the bus, she still feels very uncomfortable.
It's more comfortable to ride a bike by myself.
It's okay if it's a little cold.
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