Song Lianqing helped Xiao Tangguo find a brush and rice paper, and also got him some ink, and let him paint on the coffee table. He then sat on the sofa, took out his mobile phone, and watched the replays of past live broadcasts of the variety show "The Trainee Dad's Development Diary".

Little Candy stood straight, took the brush, dipped it in ink and spread it evenly on the edge of the ink cup, then began to write carefully on the rice paper.

When Yu Hongqing was around, he always required him to write at least five Chinese characters with a brush and six Chinese characters with a pen every day, learn how to play chess, draw a simple ink painting, memorize a daily English phrase and five words. After finishing all these, he had to review what he had learned before.

When little Tangguo first started learning at the age of two, it was very difficult. But as time went by, he gradually got used to these things and learned how to make good use of his time and arrange his own studies.

When he was wandering around before, Little Tangguo also kept this habit in mind. He found all the pens in the trash can, and when he ran out of ink, he would dip them in water and practice on the ground.

When the five little animals saw him writing, they would stay by his side and wait for him to finish his daily tasks. Then they would go out together to find food or continue their journey. This was the way they did every day.

“I didn’t expect this variety show would even include a talent competition among children.”

Song Lianqing saw the little kids trying hard to show their talents in the live broadcast replay. He frowned, put down his phone and looked at the little kids who were writing and drawing seriously, with some worry in his eyes.

"This little guy doesn't have any talent, but his cooking skills are pretty good, but I don't know if that counts?"

Song Lianqing sighed and picked up his phone to watch again. He decided to send a private message to the organizer after watching it to ask whether cooking skills can be considered a talent.

I just don’t know if the other party will be scared by my question. After all, it’s a bit embarrassing to say that a four-year-old child can cook better than him.

Little Tangguo is working hard on writing today's calligraphy. He writes the new words he learned today on rice paper, one to consolidate, the other to deepen his impression.

At that time, there were five brush-written characters "Qin", "Qing", "Wan", "Feng" and "Nian" on the rice paper. He recited them five times in a soft voice with a baby's voice, and then started to paint the ink painting below.

Before Little Candy started painting, he looked around and his sight quickly fixed on the aquarium not far away. He glanced at the happy little fish in the aquarium, smiled, dipped the ink again, spread it evenly and began to paint.

Little Tangguo has a fixed time for everything he does. He set twenty minutes for his ink painting, so after twenty minutes of hard work.

Below a row of elegant yet tenacious brush calligraphy, there is an ink painting of a few small fish burrowing in the mud among the water plants. Although the brushstrokes are immature, the prototype is still there, and the charm remains. Next to the ink painting, there is a line of small regular script characters: Little Candy Painting.

"Hoo..." Little Candy exhaled a milky breath, then put down the brush and ran to Song Lianqing with her short legs. She placed her two little paws on his knees again and looked at him cutely with her big grape eyes. "Daddy, can Little Candy exchange for a black pen and a small notebook?"

Song Lianqing put down his phone, reached out and shook his little hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's already this late, don't you feel hungry? Dad has ordered takeout, you can play after you finish eating."

When Little Candy heard what Song Lianqing said, she frowned, touched her chin in confusion, and said in a baby voice, "But Little Candy's study task is not completed yet, I have to finish it within the specified time!"

"Hmm?" Song Lianqing reached out and rubbed Little Tangguo's head, asking with a puzzled look on his face, "What learning tasks? Are you already in kindergarten? No, it seems that you should go to kindergarten at the age of four."

"Dad, what is kindergarten?"

Little Candy didn't understand what Song Lianqing meant by kindergarten. He poked his chin and tilted his head with a puzzled look. His beautiful big grape eyes were full of confusion, and this adorable tilt of his head instantly made Song Lianqing's heart itchy. He followed his heart and picked up the little guy and pinched his face.

"Kindergarten is a place where many children study and play together. If you want to go, wait until the show is over and dad will send you to the best kindergarten."

Song Lianqing pinched Little Candy's cheeks, which felt so good, and spoke to him seriously. Little Candy finally understood, and nodded happily, then asked, "Dad, can you give Little Candy a black pen and a small notebook?"

"Okay, here, here, daddy will take you to get it."

As Song Lianqing spoke, he carried Little Candy to the study, took him to the notebook and pen counter, and let him choose for himself.

Little Candy chose a light blue notebook and an ordinary black pen, and thanked Song Lianqing happily in a baby voice, "Thank you, Dad."

"If you like them, take a few more. I can't use up all the notebooks and pens in this cabinet."

Song Lianqing was in a very good mood when little Tangguo called him "Dad" all the time, so he generously gave away his collection of notebooks and pens. But little Tangguo was not so greedy. He shook his head with an innocent look on his face.

"Dad has a lot of work to do, and I'm sure I'll need it in the future. It would be nice if I had just one, little Candy. Thank you, Dad."

After saying this, Little Candy hugged Song Lianqing's neck and kissed him three times on the cheek. Song Lianqing was so happy that he coughed awkwardly and said, "Oh, if you want it next time, just come and get it yourself."

Little Candy nodded and kissed Song Lianqing on the cheek again. He found that every time he kissed his father, his father would become very happy. So he would kiss his father more to make him happier. When he grows up and finds his biological father, he will repay him!

Little Tangguo made up his mind secretly. After leaving the study, he was released and started to get busy again. This time, after practicing hard pen calligraphy, he began to memorize words and daily English expressions. These new words were found in a dusty word book on the coffee table.

This vocabulary booklet was exactly the same as the one that Yu Hongqing had given him. He turned to the place he had memorized before and started writing it down again. After writing down today's content, he reviewed the previous ones, then copied them out from memory and wrote down the meanings of the words.

As for daily English expressions, since there were no new ones, he recited the ones he had learned before and then wrote them down again, thus completing today's learning task successfully.

Song Lianqing went out to get a package and came back. When he saw Xiao Tangguo putting the cap on his pen, he walked over with a raised eyebrow and sat next to him. He put the takeaway down and was about to ask him if he was tired from playing when he caught a glimpse of the ink painting on the coffee table.

"What the hell?!"

Song Lianqing reached out and picked up the rice paper. Looking at the lifelike little fish and the beautiful calligraphy on it, he couldn't help but swear, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Dad, what is nest grass?" Little Candy didn't understand Song Lianqing's tone of voice. She scratched her little head and asked him with an innocent look, "Is it what rabbits use to make nests? Mom said rabbits need little grass when they make nests."

"Ah yes, yes, your mother is right."

Song Lianqing held Little Tangguo in his arms and sat her on his lap. He took his notebook with his other hand. When he saw the neat handwriting and the well-rehearsed English daily expressions and words on it, he was completely immersed in a world of doubt about life.

"Baby, you are simply a genius!"

It took Song Lianqing a long while to come back to his senses. He looked at Xiao Tangguo as if he was looking at a genius with excellent bones and amazing spirit. His tone was extremely proud and his eyes were very fiery.

Little Candy didn't understand why he was so proud and happy all of a sudden. She just scratched the back of her head embarrassedly and didn't think anything of it. "Dad, do you like this?"

"Dad likes it very much. Can I give it to him?"

"Yeah, all for Dad."

Song Lianqing was very shocked. He was even more curious about Little Tangguo's mother. What kind of person was this woman? How did she raise such an excellent child? No matter what her personality was, there was no doubt that she was strong, and Little Tangguo was smart.

Song Lianqing felt that he didn't need to ask the organizers. The little cub in his arms was on the cub-raising show with him. It was simply a god-level cheat, okay? He couldn't wait to show off his son to the whole world.

Reader: So, don’t be too sure. The fragrance may be late, but it will definitely come.