Chapter 171 Mao Mao Wants to Invite Guests
So, starting the next morning, a blackboard would be erected in the small living room.
The one on the left is for Mao Mao, and the one on the right is for Xia Xiao Xiang.
There was also a class schedule posted on the wall. Only one class, Chinese, was shared by both mother and daughter.
Mao Mao has several other subjects: math, music, and art. She balances work and rest.
However, while the wives eagerly volunteered to teach basic Chinese and mathematics, they avoided music and art classes like the plague.
Especially in music class, no one wanted to teach, so in the end, they had to draw lots. The third concubine, who was the last one to draw, stared at the lot, her face ashen, wishing she could eat it whole.
After breakfast, Lou Yansui was sent to school, and then classes began.
The four ladies took turns being the teachers, while Old Madam Lou sat to the side, holding her cat and watching.
The simplest approach was given to Mao Mao, who had to start by learning from the Heavenly Master. Xia Xiaoxiang's approach was different; the Second Madam gave her a department store flyer and told her to first learn the characters on it.
Two students sat in a row below, each holding a pencil, copying the second concubine's handwriting, writing large characters crookedly.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her chubby little face as she looked incredibly focused. Xia Xiaoxiang flipped through the flyer, brimming with confidence: "I recognize all these words."
"real?"
Xia Xiaoxiang recited several nouns from beginning to end.
So, the second concubine brought out another newspaper, pointed to a report on it, and asked her to read it aloud. Xia Xiaoxiang was instantly speechless. She read it haltingly, missing parts of the text, skipping over words she didn't know, and in the end, she became completely mute.
The second concubine, bewildered, pointed to one of the words on the screen: "Spinach—bo, didn't you just recognize pineapple?"
Xia Xiaoxiang suddenly realized: "So it's spinach. I was wondering why there was a vegetable I didn't recognize."
Second concubine: "..."
Xia Xiaoxiang asked in confusion, "I remember spinach doesn't look like this."
Second concubine: "What else could it look like?"
Xia Xiaoxiang gestured at the newspaper for a long time, covering the grass radical of the character "菠菜" (bo), and immediately said excitedly, "Yes, yes, that's it! I used to see a restaurant worker buying vegetables at the market, and that's how the character '菠菜' was written. Is this newspaper printed it wrong?"
Second concubine: "..."
This student is even harder to teach than the four-year-old over there!
After the first lesson, Mao Mao was very obedient and diligently wrote a whole page of large characters.
After checking her course results, the second aunt generously let her leave the get out of class, and the first wife took her to play in the courtyard outside, leaving Xia Xiaoxiang alone to continue the class.
A large white cat, dragging its fluffy tail, followed at the two people's feet.
Spring was in full bloom in the courtyard. Yellow, white and red flowers were sprouting in the flowerbeds, and the lawn had become lush again. The big white cat stepped into the grass, and its furry paws quickly darted through the grass. Only the cat behind it was raised high and swung back and forth, chasing after it and stepping on its shadow.
"Kitty, wait for me!"
"Meow!!"
The woman and the cat chased each other around the courtyard several times before running back, panting. The First Madam quickly wiped the sweat from Mao Mao's forehead with a handkerchief and fed her some water.
After the chase, Mao Mao's cheeks were flushed and rosy, like a ripe peach just sprouting from a tree.
The first wife found it adorable and couldn't resist cupping her little face and pinching it. It felt just as good to the touch.
Mao Mao tilted her head up in confusion: "Big Mom?"
"Mao Mao," the First Madam said with a smile, "Your birthday is coming soon, and your father is planning to throw a banquet for you, how about it?"
"banquet?"
“That’s right, a birthday party.” The First Madam thought for a moment, “Just like when you attended Miss Zhang’s birthday party before, a lot of people would be invited.”
Mao Mao's eyes lit up, and her little face immediately lit up with anticipation: "Will Mao Mao get a big cake too?"
"A big cake?"
"So big!" Mao Mao stretched her arms out as far as she could, making the biggest circle she could reach. Still not enough, she stretched her arms out even further: "So—big!"
First wife: "Oh?"
"It has to be that high." Mao Mao stood on tiptoe again, raising her hands high to show the highest point she could reach: "That—high!"
"I understand," the First Madam said knowingly. "You mean those big, multi-tiered cake towers for banquets, right?"
Mao Mao's eyes sparkled as she nodded her little head vigorously.
If there was anything that Zhang Jingshu's birthday party left an impression on her, besides dancing with her brothers, it was Zhang Jingshu's birthday cake. It was as big as a small table, taller than Mao Mao—such a huge cake!
I can't imagine how happy a little girl Mao Mao would be if she had such a big cake!
"Of course there will be," the First Madam said with a smile. "When the time comes, we'll invite the best pastry chef in Haicheng to make a cake taller than Mao Mao, and place it in the center of the banquet so everyone can see it. What do you say?"
Mao Mao said happily, "Okay, okay."
"Your dad wants to invite a lot of guests over. Are you scared?"
Mao Mao tilted her head: "Guest?"
The first wife still seemed somewhat helpless when she talked about this.
Lou Dashuai also wanted to show off his daughter.
He has a lovely, soft-spoken little daughter, the best in the world, but outsiders don't know this, making it difficult for Commander Lou to show off, which is quite frustrating. Just then, Mao Mao's birthday is approaching, so he can hold a banquet to announce it to the entire upper class of Haicheng.
He asked Lou Wenshan, "I have a daughter!"
If others knew he had such a lovely daughter, wouldn't they be incredibly envious?
Furthermore, it also serves as a warning to some people that Mao Mao is his daughter, and they should think twice before trying to harm her, considering who her father is. This is especially true for certain individuals with ulterior motives who are trying to become her godfathers.
The first wife said helplessly, "Some... your father's friends. If you don't like it, we won't invite outsiders, only family members."
Mao Mao generously replied, "It's okay."
She's a very outgoing girl, and she doesn't mind being surrounded by people.
My mother said that when guests come, we should be polite and treat them warmly.
Mao Mao thought for a moment: "Mao Mao can play the harmonica for the guests."
First wife: "..."
Mao Mao confidently raised her chubby chin: "Mao Mao is very amazing."
"..." The first wife paused for a moment, then nodded with difficulty: "If you want, that's fine too. We can arrange a segment where you can play the harmonica for all the guests."
That's a really tough task!
Mao Mao's little tuft of hair swayed happily.
But that's okay, Mao Mao can play the harmonica!
“Since you have no objections, I’ll have someone write the invitations,” the first wife said.
Mao Mao asked curiously, "What is an invitation?"
"It's for inviting your friends. Once they receive the invitations, they can come to your birthday party." The First Madam paused, then asked her, "Mao Mao, do you have any friends you want to invite?"
Mao Mao blinked.
After the break, the second class started quickly.
We've already learned one big character in the first lesson, so we'll learn the second one in the second lesson.
As soon as the second concubine wrote a big "sky" on the blackboard, her little students eagerly raised their hands.
"Third Aunt, Mao Mao wants to learn how to write invitations."
"invitation?"
The second concubine readily agreed: "Of course, no problem."
General Lou wanted to hold a banquet to introduce his daughter, and this plan was not kept from others.
There's still some time before Mao Mao's birthday, but everyone has already quietly started preparing gifts, planning to give the little girl a surprise.
The second concubine smiled and said, "Mao Mao, who are you going to write invitations for? Are you going to give them to the mothers?"
With her little hands cupping her chubby chin, Mao Mao said with a bright smile, "Mao Mao wants to invite her friends."
"Oh?...Hmm? A friend?"
"MaoMao is inviting her older sister and uncle too!"
Mao Mao looked at her expectantly: "Second Aunt, how do you write my sister's and uncle's names?"
Second concubine: "..."
The ladies: "..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com