In fact, listening to his wife's words just now, Meng Chenhao also felt that he was too anxious and did not explain enough.
He turned around and said to his son: "Your mother needs an exam tomorrow and needs plenty of rest. In this way, will your father write with you when he has time tomorrow? Tonight, parents have important things to tell your second uncle, and write a letter for your second uncle first. You will write tomorrow. How long will it take to write it up to you."
Leilei listened to his father's words and lit his head.
Meng Chenhao hugged his son and kissed the little guy's forehead.
Seeing that the father and son were reconciled as before, Ning Yunxi smiled.
Grandpa Meng, who was hiking at the door, listened to it, and then he felt something when he saw it.
"It's different to be able to teach children." Grandpa Meng said, "You can even make the children not quarrel with their father."
Grandma Meng held her eyebrows and thought about the daughter-in-law who would not teach her children at home, and she was almost worried. Aunt Meng did not come during this period, which made Grandma Meng worried that this daughter-in-law would do something stupid in private.
After comforting her son to go to bed, Ning Yunxi and Meng Chenhao and his wife were finally able to write a formal letter to the second child. Ning Yunxi asked her husband to write, and her husband's handwriting was so beautiful that she kept asking her to suspect that he had not studied when he was a child.
I may have been reading books for a few years, but I did not read all the way in the elementary school like the second child. Meng Chenhao's main learning was completed in the army. It can be said that the army trained him all the way, not only trained him to become a soldier, but also trained him to become a knowledgeable and educated person. "Your word is so beautiful." Ning Yunxi sat next to him and watched him write and admired.
Meng Chenhao said while writing that she was not affected by her writing progress and said, "You don't have to praise me anymore. Your handwriting looks like someone who has practiced calligraphy."
"Nonsense. I have never practiced calligraphy. It was just that when I was studying, the teacher asked us to practice calligraphy with a pen and practice regular script." Ning Yunxi recalled her previous life in order to cope with the Chinese exam, and she and the whole class were guided by the teacher to practice pen calligraphy. The regular script is the most straight, and the handwriting is beautiful, which can make the marking teacher pleasing to the eye and help increase the score.
Hearing his wife's words, Meng Chenhao casually said a golden sentence: "I have never seen a teacher as practical as you."
"Haha." Ning Yunxi said in front of him, "Don't students and parents want their children to get good scores? They say that there is no problem with my exam-oriented education. This is called starting from reality. Besides, you are working, whether it is scientific research or other things, is it useful to do something unrealistic? It's useless. Teaching students early to actually start is a good thing. Of course, things that are related to human morality cannot be too practical."
Meng Chenhao looked at her and surrendered: "When my wife talked about education, I feel that my wife was from which planet she came from, and she couldn't find any fault."
Ning Yunxi smiled and punched his arm with his fist.
Not wanting to disturb her rest before the exam, Meng Chenhao put the letter to her second child into an envelope, pasted it with stamps, and prepared to send it tomorrow.
When the couple lay on the bed, they listened to their son snoring in the small bed.
"It's really like a little pig." Meng Chenhao said.
Ning Yunxi laughed so hard that he almost bent his head into his arms, and warned him: "What he can hear is your son, not a pig."
Chapter completed!