Ning Yunxi's two tapes were sent to the 108th Legion.

The other box was originally intended to be delivered to Miao's house. However, Grandma Miao heard that the children from Union Hospital needed it and gave it to the children in the hospital. Grandma Miao said: "On the contrary, it is the same as the ripped one. Isn't you really going to listen to the authentic ones? Didn't you keep a piece in the courtyard?"

The tape that Grandma Xiaogu insisted on leaving suddenly played a big role.

Grandma Miao said to Ning Yunxi on the phone: "I heard from my grandson that your classmate lacks teachers in the classroom. Can I try it?"

I had nothing to do when I was idle, but Grandma Miao had the chance to be a teacher for the children.

Ning Yunxi thought that they were following her, and it turned out that she and Yu Aixi had heard the words. Fortunately, she did not say bad things about them behind their backs.

"Teacher Tang, your body--" Ning Yunxi said worriedly.

"I'm fine for a long time. I'm idle and I'm afraid of having too many illnesses," said Grandma Miao.

Ning Yunxi must discuss this with the Miao family before talking about it.

Hang up the phone. Ning Yunxi walked to the bedroom. After returning home today, Meng Chenhao kept hiding from her and felt guilty.

She hid from him yesterday, but today she became him hid from her.

Leilei saw that his parents were playing hide-and-seek for two consecutive days, so the little kid grabbed his parents' clothes with both hands: I want to play games too~

"Okay, I'll write your homework and you promised your mother to get 100 points." Meng Chenhao said to his idiot son.

Leilei pouted and turned around and continued to draw his own numbers.

My son’s posture of holding a pen was indeed clumsy. Meng Chenhao couldn’t help but give guidance to his son again: “You must hold the pen well, otherwise you will not be able to read a good book. This is what has been passed down from ancient times to the present.”

Leilei turned his face red, and his few little fingers were so stupid. Not to mention holding a pen or chopsticks, it was not good.

Ning Yunxi suddenly remembered the child who had already appeared in his previous life and learned chopsticks and pen holders, and pushed her husband's shoulder and said, "I have an idea, please help me make one."

Meng Chenhao first heard that his wife asked him to make something that would facilitate children to learn to hold chopsticks, and it felt a bit too much. From ancient times to the present, which child needs auxiliary tools to learn chopsticks? Didn’t he learn it like this?

Ning Yunxi criticized her husband for his idea and said: "Science has been improving, education is the same. According to your idea, why don't you say that teachers now use chalk to write? In the past, the ancients wrote with stones."

Leilei stood on his mother's side with his little head tilted: "Mom is right."

There is a way to help me learn to hold chopsticks soon, but I can't ask for it.

Meng Chenhao accepted the criticism and cut a pair of small chopsticks for his son that were more suitable for his son to take, and added a few small circles to it according to the wife's requirements. These small circles are particular, one is vertical and two are oblique, and the height is also different. Anyway, they must be suitable for the posture of holding chopsticks.

As usual, Leilei moved a small bench and sat next to his father as his father's little supervisor. From time to time, he said, "I'll do it."

Meng Chenhao didn't hear his son's words, so he could only look up and glar at his son: Come on? You are a little girl, and it's still a long time to catch up with your father.

There was a son in charge of supervising the worker, and Ning Yunxi walked away to help the father and son wash clothes and dry clothes.
Chapter completed!