Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

His concerns are quite valid.

Wang Tiezhu had no idea that his once-good son had such a rebellious idea of ​​making him work.

He genuinely felt that his precious baby was so wonderful that it was only right for her to be praised like this. Besides, all his things belonged to his precious baby.

The other children should be understanding and considerate of him.

"That's right, the eldest is right. My son's age is too much of a hindrance, and..." He paused, adding that policies were also hindering his son's college entrance exams.

If the college entrance examination still existed, Tsinghua and Peking University would not be a dream.

Now the only option is to attend a worker-peasant-soldier university.

Zhang Yanzi also agreed that age is a matter, and it's a matter that can be considered both big and small.

Bao'er is smart, but she can't start working at ten years old. She needs to grow to at least fourteen or fifteen years old, and be as tall as an adult.

"What's the big deal? Our darling has a brain, so no problem is a problem. It's just that she's too young now, so it's not suitable for her to be too tired. When she reaches adolescence, it will be the perfect time for her to accumulate enough knowledge and skills to shine."

"When the time comes, we'll have plenty of people envying us." Zhang Yanzi's face was radiant, as if she could already imagine the glorious scene to come.

Wang Tiezhu nodded in agreement: "We still need to order Bao'er's milk. Just like a machine, the brain needs maintenance to last a long time."

"you're right."

Since Zhang Yanzi started working, her family has had a surplus, which she often uses to exchange milk coupons for people.

It hasn't stopped until now.

Zhang Yanzi planned to let Bao'er drink it until she grew up.

Wang Chaomei's words of flattery for her parents stuck in her throat. It turned out that her parents only heard the word "Bao'er" and didn't hear anything else.

The couple was as biased as ever. I should have been used to hearing this, but suddenly my heart felt cold and slightly aching.

It felt like ice was being pressed on my skin, and it hurt a lot.

He turned his head to look at his younger siblings' faces, which were just as distressed as his own, hoping it would ease his pain.

The following day was Saturday.

Zhang Yanzi went to work, and Wang Tiezhu rested.

He took Wang Qi with him, carrying a basket containing three apples, a can of peaches, and twenty eggs, to visit his master at the hospital.

Before Wang Qi was born.

Wang Tiezhu was just an ordinary factory worker who simply tried to get by without making any mistakes.

But when his first child was born, the family had nothing, and he finally snapped out of his daze and focused on working hard to earn money for his child's malted milk powder.

Among the many fitters, we carefully selected Master Zhao Mingde, a sixth-level fitter.

After two whole years of dedicated effort, he finally succeeded in becoming an apprentice.

Three years later, he had become a level three fitter in the machine factory, which was inseparable from Master Zhao's teaching.

"Baby, let's go see Grandpa Zhao. He accidentally fell down the stairs yesterday and broke his leg. Tell him to eat well so he can recover quickly."

His master and his daughter were also destined to be together.

The two have a relationship comparable to that of a grandfather and grandson.

Wang Qi: "Okay, I will watch Grandpa Zhao eat."

"Yes, Bao'er is the best." Wang Tiezhu kept muttering to his daughter along the way, "Old people are like children, old people are like children."

His master couldn't sit still, and when the doctor told him not to move, he felt uncomfortable all over, and even his food didn't taste good.

Only then did Wang Tiezhu decide to bring his daughter along.

Zhao Mingde's home is on the third floor, in an 80-square-meter apartment building. Wang Qi took the initiative to knock on the door.

Grandma Zheng, Grandpa Zhao's wife, opened the door.

"Grandma Zheng," Wang Qi called out, "I've come to see Grandpa Zhao." As she spoke, she reached out and pulled the fruit basket from her father's hand.

He's acting like an adult.

A smile appeared on Zheng Xiu's haggard face as she praised, "Come in quickly, Bao'er has really grown up." She then said to Wang Tiezhu, "Director Shen is here."

Wang Tiezhu nodded.

He and Director Shen are on the same side, so there won't be any awkwardness.

Wang Qi rushed into the master bedroom, which was open, carrying a fruit basket. There were three people standing inside.

The upright and refined Factory Director Shen, the kind and approachable Director Wei, and a girl named Shen Mingzhu, who is about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Uncle Shen, Aunt Wei, Sister Mingzhu," she called out, taking advantage of her small size to bypass them and walk to the bedside. "Grandpa Zhao, I've come to see you."

As he spoke, he placed the fruit basket he was carrying beside the bed.

Seeing this, Director Shen quickly helped her up, afraid that she would fall from the weight of the object because of her small size.

Zhao Mingde frowned: "What does your dad do? Let Bao'er get the things. I'll talk to him when he comes in later. How can he bully a child?"

Wang Tiezhu had just reached the door when he heard this and pretended to be aggrieved: "Master, whose master are you? You are my master."

Zhao Mingde rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to her, and reached out to pat Wang Qi's head: "I heard from your dad that you're going to be in third grade. Grandpa Zhao bought you a gift, and I'll have your Grandma Zheng give it to you later."

"Thank you, Grandpa Zhao." Wang Qi spoke up for her father: "Grandpa Zhao, don't talk about Dad. I wanted Grandpa Zhao to see me first, so I deliberately ran in front of Dad."

"I'm also the one who needs to carry these things. I want to give them to Grandpa Zhao personally. My grandma said I'm lucky, so I'm giving Grandpa Zhao the fruit that carries my good fortune."

"Grandpa Zhao, get well soon, let's go fishing together."

Children's innocent words often touch people's hearts more deeply than adults' sweet talk.

Grandpa Zhao was so touched that he felt he hadn't bought enough gifts: "Never mind, never mind your father, Bao'er is such a filial and considerate child."

"But Bao'er will keep her good fortune to herself."

"Grandpa will take good care of him, and once he's fully recovered, he'll go fishing for big fish with Bao'er."

Wang Tiezhu was just greeting and talking to Director Shen, but when he heard his daughter's reply, he was equally moved, and his eyes welled up with tears.

His eyes were red: "Everyone says I favor Bao'er, but my Bao'er is so good, how could I not like her?"

Director Shen understood it to some extent.

A sweet-talking, filial, and intelligent child makes them the best role model for their elders.

He was no exception; among the Wang family's children, his favorite was Bao'er.

Wang Tiezhu kept rambling on: "So what if I said my baby is my first child? I think they're all just jealous of me. They don't have a child they like, yet they want me to be like them."

"Hmph, I won't fall for that."

Then a pair of eyes, shining with the fervent light of a loving father, looked at Wang Qi, and his whole body exuded the aura of a kind and honest father.

"No one can compare to my precious baby," he concluded.

Factory Director Shen and Director Wei exchanged a glance, and both of them felt goosebumps rise on their arms.

They love their daughter.

But I can't understand Wang Tiezhu, and Zhang Yanzi either.

Shen Mingzhu, who was standing to the side, had been following Wang Qi with her eyes the whole time, not for any other reason than that little Wang Qi was a child with a legendary story from the machinery factory.

The children admired her and wanted to play with her.

The older children were both jealous and fond of her because everything about her was so wonderful.

This was the second time she had met Wang Qi.