A Cannon Fodder Female Partner To Raise a Cub In The Era Novel

Chapter 359 Big hand holding small hand

Wheat is piled together and pulled by hand to create various shapes, and you can also write on it. Jiang Xiaoya is writing with wheat.

Jiang Xiaoya raised her head and smiled at Li Xiaopang, who was too shocked to close his mouth. "Well, little fat brother, I wrote it, right?"

Li Xiaopang couldn't help but grit his teeth and made a gurgle sound, "What did you write about...Mother?"

Such a complicated word could actually be written by Jiang Xiaoya. Li Xiaopang felt that he was the one who was dreaming.

Jiang Xiaoya grinned happily. It seemed that what she wrote was right.

 “Yes, it’s my mother!”

Jiang Xiaoya wrote again slowly, her little hand was very neat and there was no trace of sluggishness at all. It was obvious that she had already written it well.

 “Sister, can you write about mother?”

Jiang Xiaoxin was also obviously surprised. He ran to Jiang Xiaoya with the letter and exclaimed "Wow".

“It’s true, my sister is really great, just as good and smart as my brother!”

Jiang Xiaoya smiled shyly and continued writing about her mother.

Li Xiaopang couldn't help but ask: "Who taught Xiaoya how to write?"

He didn’t teach it. Jiang Xiaoxin just learned it, so he definitely didn’t teach it either. Jiang Xiaowen didn’t know it yet, so needless to say, how did Jiang Xiaoya learn it?

“Aren’t you talking nonsense? Xiaoya must have just learned it from reading our letters!”

Li Xiaopang refused to believe it.

 When he first started learning to write, it was difficult to write both horizontally and vertically. When he was taught the first character, he traced it for a long time before he started to write it by himself. After practicing for a long time, he completely remembered the character and could write it.

As far as he knows, this is a normal process for babies to learn to write. Why are they here, learning to write one by one, just like playing?

 Seemingly sensing that Li Xiaopang didn’t believe it, Jiang Xiaoya no longer wrote about mother, but instead wrote about a brother, then eldest brother, and then Xiaopang.

 Jiang Xiaoxin mentioned Li Xiaopang in his letter. Li Xiaopang appointed Li Jing as his godmother after Jiang Weiguo left, so Jiang Xiaoxin wrote it in the letter. Li Xiaopang was really convinced. Seeing that Jiang Xiaoya still wanted to write, he immediately covered her hand with his hand.

“Sister Xiaoya, it’s okay, it’s okay, I know you can write it.”

Jiang Xiaoya raised her head slightly, so even though it was covered by the grass, she could see her little face. She blinked her beautiful big eyes, looking cute and ignorant.

 “I can still do it.”

Can also write other words!

“We won’t write anymore, let’s rest, let’s work hard! How about you, little sister, take a rest and let me do the work!”

You can't write any more. If you continue to write, Li Xiaopang will really doubt his own IQ.

Jiang Xiaoya puffed up her cheeks slightly and tilted her head to look at Fatty Li.

Li Xiaopang was still holding Jiang Xiaoya's little hand, holding it very tightly, as he was afraid that he would actually do what Jiang Xiaoxin did just now and write all the words he had just learned.

One day, isn't it enough for him to get hit once?

"Do not write!"

Jiang Xiaoya is so good. Li Xiaopang said he wouldn't let her write, so she didn't write. She still has to help with the work. Can you let go of her hand?

Jiang Xiaoya blinked her eyes and said nothing, but just looked down at Li Xiaopang's chubby hands.

Li Xiaopang took a breath and noticed Jiang Xiaoya's actions. Following her gaze, he saw him holding Jiang Xiaoya's hand.

He moved his hands, grabbed Jiang Xiaoya's hand that was on the dustpan, and turned her hand over curiously.

“Sister Xiaoya, why do your hands feel a little different from mine? They are so soft, like cotton.”

The baby's skin is tender, and since Jiang Xiaoya is so young and has never done any work, her little hands are indeed tender and soft, aren't they different from Li Xiaopang's thick, calloused hands?

 (End of this chapter)