I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 86 Reward
Meng Shulan hadn't called Lin Qingquan beforehand. He had just finished breakfast and was about to study the sword manual again when he saw his wife carrying a suitcase in one hand and a schoolbag in the other, followed by their daughter with her head down.

However, after placing the person, along with the box and schoolbag, in front of him, he immediately said those words in a stiff tone.

He was stunned.

After realizing what was happening, she asked with a blank look, "Shouldn't this be something the teacher taught us?"

Meng Shulan glared at him, "What kind of teacher taught her? You knew how to find a school for her, but didn't you know how to find out what she needed to prepare before starting school?"

Lin Qingquan thought to himself, "Of course I've thought about it. It's just a schoolbag, pencils, and notebooks, isn't it?"

But judging from his wife's appearance and what she had just said, it was clearly not true, so he opened his mouth but didn't dare to say it.

After Meng Shulan left, the father and son stood there staring at each other.

Lin Qingquan asked in a low voice, "Did you upset your mother?"

Meng Qi also had a lot of complaints about Meng Shulan's irritable temper lately; she wasn't the gentle and kind mother she used to be.

She sighed, "My grandpa said my mom might be going through early menopause. She's controlling his smoking and my homework. She's so controlling. And that's not all. She gets angry all the time. If anyone says she has a good temper, I'll get mad at them."

Lin Qingquan:
He tried to comfort her, saying, "Your mother's temper is actually quite good compared to others; you should be content with that."

“She scolded me three times last night because I didn’t do my math homework on time.”

"That's a bit too much."

Lin Qingquan glanced down at the schoolbag he was carrying, opened it, took out a calculator, and flipped through it. It was about addition and subtraction within twenty, simple.

He was full of confidence: "Starting today, Dad will teach us, and we'll definitely be able to finish the homework Mom assigned ahead of schedule."

Meng Qi glanced at the calculator in his hand but remained silent.

He turned and ran up the mountain like the wind, and soon heard a clear little girl's voice coming from halfway up the mountain, "Little Dragon, Little Dragon!"

Infected by his daughter's cheerful mood, Lin Qingquan couldn't help but smile as well.

He carried Mengqi's suitcase and schoolbag back to his residence. Thinking of his wife's suppressed anger, he felt strange. Was it necessary to get angry over learning pinyin and math?
Lin Qingquan quickly realized whether it was necessary to get angry.

I called Xiaoqi down for lunch. After lunch, I discussed with her writing a page of pinyin before her nap. I also asked her to read the audio sent by Meng Shulan first, and then write it down.

Lin Qingquan was very satisfied with the reading, and recorded it to send to his wife.

The writing went smoothly, but the lines were crooked and didn't look very good.

However, Lin Qingquan didn't think it was a big problem. He hadn't even started school yet, so it was normal for him not to be good at writing pinyin.
understand.

However, he forgot that when he was learning to draw talismans, the little girl could draw them very well in just a few strokes.

This is also the main reason why Meng Shulan was angry.

Not serious.

But in the eyes of Lin Qingquan, a tolerant and loving father, it was a form of praise: "Not bad, look, we've already finished one page of pinyin before evening. You can write another page after your afternoon nap, and that will finish today's pinyin. The math is easy, you can write it before bed and take a picture to send to your mother."

He was smug, feeling that he had accomplished a great feat by successfully completing the task assigned by his wife on the first day.

But he didn't expect that after their agreed-upon plan, the little girl would run off to the mountain to play with Xiaolong without even looking back.

Lin Qingquan thought for a moment and decided it was alright, there was still evening.

But after dinner that evening, Lin Qingquan wanted to teach his daughter the internal energy cultivation method of the Lin family's teleportation technique. He thought he would only teach her for half an hour to get her started, and it would be quick.

Xiao Qi was indeed talented in martial arts and learned quickly, so much so that Lin Qingquan was overjoyed and couldn't help but teach her a little more, turning the planned half hour into two hours. By the time they finished and took a shower, it was already nine o'clock.

Lin Qingquan urged her to finish writing the remaining pinyin and calculations.

Meng Qi blinked as she held the pencil, then lowered her head and slowly began to write.

Seeing that she was writing quite diligently, Lin Qingquan patted her head with satisfaction. "Go to bed first after you finish writing. Dad will practice his sword for a while and then come in to check your work."

After saying that, Lin Qingquan turned and left. Meng Qi threw down the pencil in her hand, and barefoot, she jumped from the chair she was sitting on onto the brand-new cot that had been made for her. Then she burrowed into the quilt, closed her eyes, and fell asleep instantly.

Outside, Lin Qingquan hadn't finished practicing his swordplay when he received a call from Meng Shulan, "Where's her homework?"

"Almost done, I'll take the picture for you right away."

After saying that, he hurriedly went back to his room, and when he opened the door, he found that his daughter was asleep.

Almost reflexively, Lin Qingquan immediately slowed his pace and went to her bedside to tuck her in. He then touched her rosy little face as she slept, finding his daughter adorable no matter how he looked at her.

After tucking her in and touching her, he kissed her forehead before turning to her desk to pat her on her homework.

But
Lin Qingquan held his phone, staring at the pinyin homework with only two lines written on it, and the unfinished calculation problems, and fell silent.

You're so tired from practicing internal energy cultivation techniques today that you're too sleepy to stand, right?
definitely is.

He took his phone and went outside. "Honey, um, I taught her a little bit of internal energy cultivation techniques today, but she's probably too tired and fell asleep."

"So you didn't do it?"

"I didn't have time to finish the evening one, but I wrote a page of pinyin at noon, and I took a picture of it for you."

"Given that this is your first day supervising her homework and you don't know her actual level, I'll consider this a pass for you this morning. But tell her that if she writes something like the dung beetle crawling today again tomorrow, she has to rewrite it. Also, she has to make up for what she missed today tomorrow."

After saying that, Meng Shulan hung up the phone swiftly.

Lin Qingquan quickly went inside to look through his daughter's homework.

You won't believe it until you look into it; what you find is astonishing.

The pinyin on the first page is neat and clean. Although it is a bit unfamiliar, it is pleasing to the eye and comfortable to look at.

The second page was similar, but starting from the third page, it became increasingly messy, crooked, and disorganized. Even the page I wrote at noon today was nowhere near as good as the first and second pages.

Lin Qingquan pursed his lips. How could he not know what kind of personality his own daughter had?
It's obvious that they were interested at first, but then got bored and started just going through the motions.

Ouch, this child.
Lin Qingquan flipped back to the first and second pages, and looked at the neat letters and handwriting from top to bottom, feeling smug.

Look at his daughter, she wrote so well on her first try. What does that show? It shows she's smart, quick-witted, and understands things immediately.

The reason she didn't write well later on is simply because she didn't want to. It's nothing to worry about; she's just a child after all. She'll be more willing to learn when she's older.

The next day, he reasoned with his daughter, urging her to write it well, just like the first page, so that her mother would be happy to see it and would praise her.

"Is there any reward?"

"What reward do you want?"

"I want money."

See you tomorrow!

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