The Age of Rebirth: The Stepmother of the Sick Beauty Just Wants to Salt Fish

Chapter 92 Eye Suggestion
Well, it is said to be practicing calligraphy, but in fact, Xiaozhengtai Mingrui is practicing calligraphy, and the twins are learning to hold a pen and write the numbers "1 and 2". This is the arrangement Jiang Li made after consulting the three little ones. .

As for Jiang Li, after finishing the housework, he sat on the rattan rocking chair with a book in his hand and read it.

The rattan rocking chair is also produced by the system mall.

Time is passing by, and the atmosphere in the living room is both peaceful and warm.

Listening to the sound of writing and the sound of pages turning from time to time, the cute baby Weiwei's eyeballs rolled around, and then she quietly poked milk bun Minghan's arm with the pencil in her hand.

"..."

Nanny Baozi Minghan raised his head and looked at his sister.

He is seriously writing the number "1", why does my sister want to poke him?

The cute baby Weiwei saw that her second brother Ming Han was stunned, and couldn't help but stare: "Second brother is stupid, hurry up and make trouble, don't look at me!"

Receiving the cue from his sister's eyes, Nai Baozi Minghan glanced in Jiang Li's direction, and then he nodded his head to his sister.

However, there was obvious reluctance in his eyes.

But what his sister asked him to do, Minghan had no choice but to do it. He knew that his sister didn't care about his mother, and she really just wanted to test whether his mother really loved their brother and sister.

Therefore, he should listen to his sister.

Even if he knew that his mother was not a bad woman, and knew that his mother was sincerely good to him and his brothers and sisters, now he could only listen to his sister's arrangements, otherwise, if his sister was upset, he would definitely call him "stinky Hanhan" again.

He hates being called that by his younger sister. He is an older brother, and his younger sister should call him "Second Brother"!
Although it is still in the hot summer season recently, the weather is so hot that it is difficult to calm down, but the temperature at eight or nine in the morning is still quite cool.

And the living room door is wide open, and the wind blows in, making it even more cool and comfortable.

Jiang Li is currently concentrating on reading, but she still doesn't forget to look at the three little boys.

In front of the mahogany square table, the three dumplings were all sitting upright. However, among them, Ruirui was writing seriously, while Weiwei was staring at the door of the living room, wondering what she was looking at.

The corners of the lips were slightly curved, and there was nothing unusual on Jiang Li's beautiful face.

Turning her eyes away, she looked at Nai Tuanzi Hanhan, and found that this one had a bitter face, holding a pencil and writing the number "1" on the paper.

Yes, Jiang Li could see clearly.

At this moment, she was laughing and feeling helpless in her heart. If she hadn't seen the little guy writing with her own eyes, she would have doubted that this little cutie was engraving words just based on his strength.

Well, there should be some mischievous ingredients in it.

After coughing twice, Jiang Li put away the smile on his lips, and said softly, "Whether it's writing or writing numbers, you don't need to use too much force."

The three cubs were all stunned for a while, and then Baby Mingrui and the cute baby Weiwei returned to normal, except for the milk bun Minghan who was still in a daze.

Jiang Li: "Hanhan."

Milk bun Minghan: "..."

The eyes of the two women met, and Jiang Li's eyes were clear and tender, and she said, "You can use less effort with the hand holding the pen, so that you can also write the numbers well."

Standing up, she came behind Nai Baozi, squatted down, held the child's hand holding the pen, wrote two "1" and two "2" on the notebook, and then said:

"Look, it's easy to write like this and you can write the numbers beautifully. Look at what you wrote before. This piece of paper and the next piece of paper will be pierced by your pen."

Pointing to the line of numbers "1" and "2" written on the front of the milk bun, Jiang Li turned the paper over again, and pointed to the position where the "1" and "2" on the previous paper were pierced: " Look, is it punctured by the two lines you wrote?"

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(End of this chapter)