Chapter 170 Mao Mao Recites Poems!
In the evening, Mao Mao and her second aunt walked home hand in hand, their clothes smelling sweet.
Yang's mother brought them back with a lot of food: fried fish and shrimp, pork rib meatballs, handmade pastries, and homemade sausages and cured meat. If the second concubine didn't only have two hands, she would have loved to make her take all her belongings.
Yang's mother had excellent cooking skills, comparable to those of restaurant chefs. When Mao Mao came home, her little belly was full of delicious food.
On the way, the second concubine hugged Mao Mao with a smile and coaxed her, "How about you come home with your third mother next time?"
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao thought for a moment: "No good."
Second Aunt was taken aback: "Don't you like your maternal grandparents and uncle? Or were you scared today? Don't be afraid, your maternal grandfather and your uncle are very kind, they only beat up bad guys."
Mao Mao lowered her head and clasped her little hands together, her soft, chubby cheeks pouting: "Grandpa wants Mao Mao to recite a poem, but Mao Mao can't recite it."
Second concubine: "..."
However, when the rickshaw stopped in front of the Lou family's house, Mao Mao said earnestly, "...Grandma's food smells delicious."
The second aunt chuckled and patted her fluffy little head: "Okay, I'll take you to Grandma's house for dinner next time. We won't recite poems; let Grandpa go alone."
Mao Mao nodded vigorously, and the little expression on her face visibly became expectant.
The second concubine carried the bag of food back and distributed it to the others. Yang's mother's cooking skills were highly praised.
"...I've seen plenty of shameless people in this world, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as this." After hearing about her niece's affair, the third aunt clicked her tongue in disgust: "What do you mean by 'forced into it'? She just took advantage and is now acting innocent. If she's so capable, she should control herself... Hey, why did you push me?"
Xia Xiaoxiang covered Mao Mao's ears and rolled her eyes at her: "What are you saying in front of a child?"
The third concubine realized she had misspoke and lightly slapped her own mouth, saying, "I was wrong, I was wrong."
Mao Mao sat on the floor, lying on the coffee table, holding a crayon in her hand, scribbling on the paper, completely unaware of what the adults were saying.
Recently, Lou Yansui has been doing homework every day after school, and Mao Mao is also following her brother's example. However, she has neither homework nor the ability to write. Xia Xiaoxiang bought her a box of children's crayons at the department store, letting her scribble and draw every day.
She drew for a long time, but Xia Xiaoxiang still couldn't figure out what it was.
Once Mao Mao finished drawing, he held it up to show the ladies.
Several women surrounded her graffiti, racking their brains to guess: "Is...is it a person?"
The second concubine had a sudden inspiration: "Could it be the old lady's cat?"
Third concubine: "Cats can be red?"
Old Madam Lou: "Why not?"
Big white cat: "Meow~"
“It’s fried shrimp.” Xia Xiaoxiang said confidently, “Third Madam brought back fried shrimp balls from her parents’ home. Mao Mao really likes them and ate several last night.”
Holding her drawing, Mao Mao nodded happily: "It's a shrimp!"
The ladies: "..."
The ladies strained their eyes, staring intently at the painting that appeared to depict a shrimp.
How exactly do you tell that?
But Mao Mao was very happy, especially since her mother recognized her drawing. The adults' recognition made her creative desire even stronger, so she spread out a new sheet of drawing paper, picked up a blue crayon, and continued to scribble on the paper.
The ladies continued their previous conversation: "...Fortunately, we saw his true colors in time, and we avoided falling into a fire pit. It's a pity that your niece wasted so much of her youth on him, being ruined by a scumbag."
The second concubine raised her chin: "What's there to be afraid of? Our Lingyi is a college student, beautiful and smart. There are plenty of outstanding boys pursuing her at school. If it weren't for that Sun Zixuan being close to her and coincidentally becoming her friend, how could that toad have the chance to eat swan meat?"
"Would you like me to introduce you to someone?"
"No need," the second concubine waved her hand. "Young people like them should be free to fall in love, so as not to go through all that trouble for nothing."
"Hard?"
Mao Mao suddenly looked up from the drawing paper: "...Every grain is the result of hard work."
The moment the sweet, childlike voice came out, the ladies all froze in surprise.
The second concubine was the first to react, looking at her with surprise: "Mao Mao, you can recite poems now!"
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao blinked in confusion.
He didn't even realize what he had said.
The ladies were overjoyed and surrounded her.
"Mao Mao, recite one more line for your mother."
"Do you remember the previous line?"
"Mao Mao, where did you learn that?"
The second concubine said, "It must be my father. He loves teaching children to read. I never expected that he would actually be able to teach Mao Mao!"
Xia Xiaoxiang hugged her daughter, kissed her soft little face, and said with great excitement, "She can recite poems even before she can read. Our Mao Mao is a genius!"
"They're just as good as the four of us!"
"Shouldn't we start teaching Mao Mao to read?" The first wife asked the other wives for their opinions. "Mao Mao is already four years old, which is about time for her to start learning. Although she doesn't need to go to school yet, we can teach her some simple things at home."
The ladies had no objections.
Only the third concubine's eyes lit up, and she suddenly said with a smile, "However, we need to prepare two sets of these things."
The ladies looked over, puzzled.
Noticing Xia Xiaoxiang's questioning gaze, the Third Madam pointed a slender finger at her head: "You're still looking? I'm talking to you! Mao Mao never went to school, and you're illiterate too. When Mao Mao goes to school and learns to read, and then asks you about your studies, do you really think you won't be able to answer a single question?"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
What happened?
Why am I suddenly not happy?
She looked down at her daughter, who was happily drawing, and watched Mao Mao's little pigtails swaying back and forth, completely unaware of what was about to happen to her.
Xia Xiaoxiang patted her youngest daughter's head.
All right!
At least... at least she's a bit smarter than Mao Mao. She can write her own name, do math, and understand some simple everyday characters.
Xia Xiaoxiang has been illiterate since birth, and she never expected that she would have the opportunity to learn to read and write.
Every wife in the Lou family could read and write, and read newspapers. Xia Xiaoxiang was unwilling to remain illiterate forever.
Although she was going to class with her four-year-old daughter, she became nervous and excited after the arrangement was made, even more so than her four-year-old daughter.
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