Most of the customers of Chuan Chuan Xiang are children. An Jingzhi is very strict in selecting ingredients. He has made an agreement with the stall owners in the vegetable market so that they will leave some fresh ingredients for him every day.
All An Jingzhi had to do was take the time to wash and string the vegetables together, then cook them on the stall he had set up.
When someone wants to buy it, just take out the skewers, put them in a disposable cup, and pour a spoonful of soup on it. It is convenient and quick.
But threading the string is a bit troublesome.
After An Minghe got familiar with the house, he saw his father busy, so he immediately ran over, brought a small stool, and sat next to An Jingzhi to help put the vegetables on the table.
"Dad, let me help you." Afraid that his father would think he was not skilled enough, he added, "I often help my aunt at home, and she always praises my ability."
"Okay," An Jingzhi could tell that the other party liked being around him, "Be careful not to prick your hands. It's not easy to get hurt if you string these meatballs."
An Minghe sat obediently beside him, his face full of seriousness as he worked.
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An Minghe had just arrived and was not familiar with the place. There was nothing entertaining at home, not even a TV. An Jingzhi was afraid that he would be bored, so he always took him with him when he set up the stall.
An Minghe took his homework, set up a small coffee table, and sat next to the stall to write.
An Jingzhi was sitting in front of the stall selling skewers.
There are many people who bring their children to stalls these days, and it’s not something worth taking a second look at, but the father and son are indeed quite good-looking, and everyone can’t help but take a few more glances.
"Boss, I want a bunch of meatballs and a bunch of radishes."
"Do you want it spicy?"
"want!"
An Jingzhi skillfully put the dishes ordered by the other party into a disposable cup, scooped out the soup and added a little red oil. The other party happily handed over fifty cents and took An Jingzhi's cup.
Business has indeed been affected, but because his skewers taste so good, not only children are eating them, but even adults passing by can't help but buy them, so he can still make some money for the time being.
Looking down at An Minghe who was doing his homework seriously, An Jingzhi had to admit that this child was indeed very talented. When he was doing the questions, it didn't look like he was writing questions at all. He wrote down the answers almost without thinking, and it looked like he was copying the answers.
An Minghe is now in the second grade of elementary school, but this exercise book is not the homework assigned by them. The homework assigned by the school was already completed by An Minghe before he came. What he is doing now is the questions bought for him by An Jingzhi, which are math problems for the sixth grade of elementary school.
Dong Liguo originally brought his children to buy skewers. Seeing the child next to him doing homework, he couldn't help but take a few more glances and realized something was wrong.
This problem doesn't look like something that a child this young can solve.
Moreover, this child was very fast at solving problems. For some questions, he might have to think for one or two seconds, but the other person hardly had to think at all.
After buying skewers for his daughter, he stood aside and watched An Minghe write the questions, almost holding his breath for fear of disturbing him.
Until An Minghe finished writing another page, Dong Liguo could no longer hold back and exclaimed,
"Don't you have to think?"
An Minghe tilted his head and looked at the other person, "I've thought about it."
Looking at the other person's innocent face, Dong Liguo's admiration for talent could no longer be suppressed. "What grade are you in now? Where do you study? How come you can solve sixth-grade problems?"
After the other party closed the cover, he also saw the words "Sixth Grade" written on the cover.
An Minghe looked at him warily, immediately put down what he was holding and ran towards An Jingzhi.
An Jingzhi touched An Minghe, looked at Dong Liguo and smiled, "The child is shy."
Dong Liguo immediately wiped his eyes and apologized, "I was reckless. This child is truly incredibly talented." Then he suddenly remembered something and continued, "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm a math teacher at the Klin base. My name is Dong Liguo."
"The guy selling skewers, An Jingzhi."
Dong Liguo asked, "Excuse me, how old is Mr. An's child this year?"
"If you're talking about your age, you're 6. If you're talking about your age, you're 7."
"So what grade is he in now?" Dong Liguo was even happier after hearing this.
"Second grade."
"That's great!" Dong Liguo immediately clapped his hands and smiled.
"Mr. An! That's great! Your son is definitely a genius! As a math teacher, I can assure you that if your son continues to study math, he will definitely gain something. I wonder if you are interested in visiting our Klin base?"
"You may not know much about our Klin base. We have cooperation with the country and send students to participate in competitions abroad every year. We also participate in competitions held in major provinces across China, which can also add points to the college entrance examination."
Dong Liguo laughed at himself at this point. "Of course, with a child as smart as yours, there's no need for extra points in the college entrance exam. However, if he can participate in more competitions like these, it will also be helpful for his future growth."
"As long as he can pass the base's assessment, he can enter for free, and there are huge prizes for winning the competition every year."
An Minghe is a talented child, and An Jingzhi is not prepared to be as immoral as the original owner and let him do illegal things.
"Minghe, do you like math?" An Jingzhi asked.
An Minghe nodded subconsciously, "I like it."
"He is still young and has to go to school. If he goes to your base, there might be some trouble, right?" An Jingzhi said to Dong Liguo.
Dong Liguo immediately replied, "There are very few teachers who can teach a talented child like him. We can only give him some guidance. He doesn't need to go to the base often. He can go as long as he is free on weekends or during winter and summer vacations. If there are any competitions that require him to participate, we can also help communicate with the school to approve his leave."
If that's the case, the conditions are not bad.
The most important thing is to be able to put An Minghe on the right path.
It will not do any harm to An Minghe, and it may even allow him to have a deeper understanding of mathematics. An Jingzhi has already agreed in his heart.
But the specific situation still needs him and Dong Liguo to go to the Klin base to see it for themselves before they can draw a conclusion.
"Let's exchange contact information tomorrow. I'll go with you to your base to take a look." An Jingzhi thought for a while and said to Dong Liguo who was still flipping through the book of questions that An Minghe had done.
Dong Liguo put down the question and said, "Okay, no problem."
The other party wrote down a phone number before leaving reluctantly.
An Minghe is very smart. The questions he wrote were indeed sixth-grade math problems, but all of them were difficult, almost the last ones. However, An Minghe didn't have to think at all when doing the questions, he could just pick up the pen and start writing.
No one knows whether this talent will be short-lived. Dong Liguo does not want to see such a talented person lost in the crowd. He is very happy that An Jingzhi is willing to go to their base.
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