Are You Sick? As Soon As We Broke Up, The School Flower Called

Chapter 298 Oh, My Daughter Won’T Understand

After arriving in the magic capital, Fu Jiaer’s parents were already looking forward to it. Seeing their figures appear, their expectant faces instantly twitched their eyebrows and eyes.

Mother Fu reached out and hugged An An, “Oh, let grandma hug our little baby! 99

An An giggled, “Mom said that An An is very quiet, can grandma hug her?”

Mother Fu’s little guy sighed, “No problem, grandma is stronger than mother’s and can hold it, no problem.”

Fu Jia’er passed by her and reminded, “Mom, be careful not to flash your waist!”

Mother Fu’s tone was impatient, “You don’t need to say it, I know.

Father Fu saw that Pingping had grown a lot taller than last year, so he knew that he didn’t hug him, but held the little guy’s hand.

“Pingping, grandpa’s waist is not good, so he won’t hug you, and walk with you, okay?

Pingping nodded, “Okay, the teacher said that we are big babies, we don’t need to be hugged by our parents, we have to walk by ourselves.

Dad Fu said with relief, “We Pingping are super good! Grandpa gives you a thumbs up!”

Mother Fu thought she could do it, but she couldn’t hold on after walking a few steps. Her tired arms were sore, so she had to put the child down.

“An An, grandma can’t hold her anymore, can you go by yourself?

“Okay, grandma has worked hard!”

On the way home, Fu Jiaer was surprised when she heard that her parents had already made the meal, “Have you already made the meal?”

Mother Fu glanced at her, and her tone was clearly contempt for others!

She snorted coldly, “Your dad and I have been able to cook our own meals for more than a year, and our cooking skills have improved a lot.”

“Some home-cooked dishes are still good!

Fu Jia’er smiled, “Then I’m really looking forward to it!”

When they got home, the two children went to find toys to play with. Mother Fu found last year’s toys and disinfected them.

Because Fu Jiaer repeatedly told not to eat sweet things, they bought nuts and the like.

Putting things away, Mother Fu went to the kitchen to work, and Fu Jia’er also came over to take a look, “The porridge is good, it’s delicious!

Mother Fu glanced at her, “Nonsense, I boiled it in a casserole for half an hour, didn’t I say that Ping An An likes canned rice? I made it specially for the children.

Fu Jia’er snorted, “I just said why there are so few, what shall we eat at night?”

Mother Fu glanced at the high pressure cooker, “Porridge, you can do your own work, I’m going to supervise and eat safely.”

She happily took the casserole to the living room and instructed her husband to get two small bowls, “Bring the children’s vegetables and cold dishes.

Dad Fu went to the kitchen and said to Chen Jinfeng when he took his things, “You eat by yourself, I and you and my mother had dinner.”

Fu Jiaer asked her husband, “Husband, you said that when we get old, do you (aeai) also dislike their own children and like their grandchildren so much?”

Chen Jinfeng thought about it for a while, “It should be, isn’t it about intergenerational relatives!”

When the husband and wife were eating in the dining room, they saw Father Fu and his wife walking around the children, smiling and asking.

“Is the porridge hot? Grandma kept it warm, and it’s just right now!

“This is fried by grandma, try it… is it delicious?”

“Are you tired of driving?”

It was fine at first, but when Fu Jia’er was halfway through her meal, she turned her head to look at her husband’s beckoning gaze.

Good guy, my parents secretly feed their children, why secretly?

Because they covered their ears, turned their backs to them, and could only see the side faces of the two children.

Fu Jia’er groaned, “Mom, Dad, don’t feed them, let them eat by themselves!

The parents put down the bowls and chopsticks silently in tacit understanding, sticking out their tongue to their grandson like a child who was caught doing a (bad) deed.

“Oh, eat quickly, let’s play with toys after we finish eating.”

The husband and wife washed the dishes after eating, and the two old people played with the children. The four of them were very happy. Fu Jiaer cut their favorite fruits.

“You are all tired, go to sleep, the children are handed over to me and your father.

Fu Jia’er yawned, “Okay, then it’s hard for you guys!

Chen Jinfeng also said, “Mom and dad, it’s hard for you!”

The next day, Chen Jinfeng and Fu Jiaer rarely slept late, breakfast was ready, and the two old people and children were watching TV.

Who would watch TV in the morning, Fu Jiaer told them to stop watching and do their homework.

“Take out your winter vacation homework, and write three math articles today before you can go out and play!

Mother Chen went to turn off the TV, “Okay, let’s do our homework.”

In fact, they don’t agree with watching TV in the morning, but they couldn’t bear to refuse the children’s request.

Math is easy.

In the first article, count, write the number, and then connect the corresponding number.

By the second part, the fractions and additions and subtractions within five will begin.

Father Fu tutored Ping Ping, and Mother Fu tutored An An, “I listen to you. Mom said, your homework is a little slow, this time let’s hurry up. After finishing the writing, grandpa and grandma will take you out to play, okay?

The two children answered in unison and said yes!

After a comparison, Mother Fu was shocked by the 8 in the two circles, but she didn’t say anything, at least it could be seen that it was an 8.

“That An An, when we write, can we write a little smaller, can’t the frame be so big, let’s write bigger than it.

An An didn’t care much, and even made excuses to say, “Written bigger so you can see clearly. 35

Fu Jia’er, who was watching the fun, said, “Then you are so good at writing books, so you can read them more clearly.”

There’s nothing wrong with this sentence. Mother Fu’s heart is towards her daughter and her mouth is to defend her granddaughter.

“That’s fine, we’ll write a smaller one next time.”

Next, write 9, An An’s head is written so big, and the tail is written so small.

Those who know are 9, those who do not know think it is Q!

Mother Fu said, “That An An, do you want to write the tail of 9 a little longer? You can’t see it this way!

As a result, An An swiped and pulled, and Mother Fu’s brows were raised, “Ah, this… it’s too long to write, grandma will wipe it off for you!

Annette said obediently, “Thank you, grandma!”

Then I started to write addition and subtraction. I don’t care if the writing is not good. I will practice more in the future.

However, why did the five written before two plus three become three plus two equals four?

Mother Fu reminded An An, “The two numbers have been swapped, what’s wrong? Check it?

An An wiped out the answer of three plus two equals five in a blink of an eye, and wrote it down to four, thinking that it was no problem.

Mother Fu twitched the corners of her mouth, “Come on An’an, let’s count…”

On the other hand, Pingping has finished writing, and Dad Fu is very relieved, “Yes, everything is right, and the characters are well written.

After playing happily, Mother Fu picked up her grandson’s winter vacation homework and read, “Old man, come and help!

Father Fu sat down and said in surprise, “An An, your writing is too ugly.”

An An also affirmed and encouraged herself, “I have worked very hard to write it!”

Father Fu gave a thumbs up and liked, “Since that’s the case, that’s not bad, let’s work hard! Let’s write it, grandpa is watching!

An An continued to write, and Dad Fu watched An An turn two plus two equals four into five.

“An An, have you forgotten?”

“Forget it.”

“How did you count?”

“I figured it out.””

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Fu Jia’er snorted coldly, based on what she knew about her daughter, she concluded.

“Definitely wanted to hang out and start scribbling.”

An An became a little puffer fish and said dissatisfiedly, “I didn’t write it, I did some calculations. 35

Fu Jia’er chuckled, “You can’t count your fingers, you can’t figure it out in your heart? 99

An An pursed her lips and said nothing.

Fu Jia’er was very angry, “Chen Haoxue, listen to me, and if I find you scribbling, I’ll hit you PP!”

An An pouted and began to write seriously!

Father Fu on the side said softly, “It’s okay, we’re not in a hurry to take your time!

“You have to be serious about your homework and don’t write it indiscriminately, you know? You can’t do it in the future!

“Otherwise, Grandpa will be angry too!