"Hmm... I'm almost done with it."
The little guy's eyes rolled around, secretly glancing at Feng Yingchun's changing expressions, humming a few times, and taking advantage.
But how could he defeat his experienced old mother? Feng Yingchun snorted and he immediately backed down.
It seems that I can’t play today. I have to do my homework at home.
Ever since he discovered Jiang Yan translating English manuscripts last time, Sheng Anhe, the eldest son of the Sheng family, would occasionally come to her to ask questions.
Seeing that he was really interested in English, Jiang Yan began to teach English to him and his two younger brothers and sisters, and later other children in the compound also joined in.
However, in this era, schools only have one day off a week, Sunday, and Jiang Yan only teaches the children two classes on weekend afternoons, which can be regarded as a way to relax after work.
Moreover, the children in the family compound have good family education, and they are very serious in class and dare not act naughty.
Whatever Jiang Yan says goes.
It’s just that some children are young and can’t keep up with the lessons.
Jiang Yan didn't force it. She gave them a basic foundation first. When they go to middle school, they will learn much faster than other children.
She also told this matter to several sisters-in-law, otherwise Xu Yuanhang would definitely be eating fried bamboo shoots with meat now.
Jiang Yan took out her time and energy to teach them, but the children didn't pay attention, which was really unfair to her.
Watching the mother and son scheming each other, Lu Yunsheng shook his head, turned around and walked into the yard. Suddenly, someone pulled his sleeve and saw a little kid looking up at him.
He is the third child of Sheng Pinghua family.
The little guy stood on tiptoe, trying to make himself taller, but he was too short, and it made no difference whether he stood on tiptoe or not.
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