I was approached by a cat-eared girl.

As for the son...

That depends on him. Chen Shuo felt that he couldn't interfere, but he could interfere with his daughter.

The archer and the arched are ultimately different; humans are just so prone to double standards.

"I've already figured out what to write."

"Write what?"

"Just write a story about an idiot who travels back in time, tries to beat up her husband when he's still a baby, but ends up getting beaten up instead."

Chen Shuo thought the beginning was alright; it had conflict and interesting points. As for the plot development later, he figured he'd first lure the readers in, and then slowly weave the story together.

Oh, take your time creating.

"I advise you not to write it."

"I advise you not to try to persuade me."

Chen Shuo turned and left. "The keyboard is in my own hands. How can I let her give me instructions?"

Creation is a sacred and ideal thing, and it can never be affected by the outside world. Even if a knife is held to my throat, nothing can stop my passion for creation.

An idealistic youth...a young person will never be tamed by reality.

"If you write this, you can sleep on the sofa tonight."

"Who are you trying to scare? I'm going to write history anyway." Chen Shuo scoffed dismissively. What kind of silly time-travel story is this? There's no market for that kind of subject matter. It's better to write history.

Moreover, you can show it to the old man openly, it's not like it's an everyday thing, so there's no shame at all, it's just that the evaluation isn't very good.

This old-fashioned person has absolutely no idea what time travel is; after watching just the beginning, they condemned this genre as a dead end.

Nonsense, how could someone travel back to ancient times?

Even if you did travel back in time, would you be able to understand the way ancient people spoke?

Ancient pronunciations were different from modern ones. Can you pronounce them?

If you say anything wrong, they'll arrest you as a spy.

............

The questions were all of this kind, the kind of questions that other people wouldn't even notice while reading, but Chen Shuo still explained them to the old man very seriously.

"After this person traveled back in time, he received the original owner's memories, so he can understand and speak."

"Can one person's body hold the memories of two people?"

"Ah, you could say that."

The old man adjusted his glasses and asked, "Is he the original person, or the person who traveled back in time? Is he Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi?"

"........"

Chen Shuo did not answer this question, but instead launched into a long critique of historical issues. After explaining himself, he elevated the discussion to the realm of philosophy, which is beyond anyone's comprehension.

He thought, "I'm just writing something, is it really necessary for you to make such a fuss?"

After starting elementary school, there was a significant increase in homework. When Bai Xiaoqi finished cooking, Chen Qinghan came out smelling the food, looking relaxed, which clearly indicated that she had finished her homework.

"Where's Xiaobao?" Chen Shuo was setting out the bowls when he saw her come out alone. He turned his head to look at the door and asked.

"He's still doing his homework; he hasn't finished yet."

"I'll go check, Da Bao, get the rice ready."

Chen Shuo quickly set out the bowls, called his daughter over to serve the rice, and then turned and went into the children's bedroom.

As a father, he never interfered with his children's homework, so the family has always been harmonious and there has never been any chaos.

Moreover, this also cultivates children's autonomy, enabling them to do things for themselves and do their own homework, which is excellent.

But for children, homework is a major obstacle on their path to adulthood. If it weren't for that dreaded homework, they could play however they wanted when they got home.

For children like Chen Qi'an, homework is especially hateful; not having homework is paradise.

As soon as I pushed open the door and entered the room, I saw little Chen Qi'an scratching his head and looking like he was wearing a mask of pain.

Chen Shuo couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene. It inexplicably brought back memories from many years ago. He remembered that Little A Miao was just like that back then, always having a miserable little face and struggling with her homework.

Time has passed, and now it's her son who's struggling with homework.

It can be considered a continuation of the same lineage.

"Eat first, then do your homework after you finish eating."

"No, I have to finish this." The aroma of food wafting in through the crack in the door deepened the pain on Chen Qi'an's face, but he still decided to finish his homework before eating.

Because 7:30 is the time to watch cartoons.

Although Chen Shuo often says he's a fool, he thinks he's quite clever.

If I go out to eat before I've finished my homework, then after I finish eating, Da Bao will happily watch cartoons, but I won't be able to watch them because I have to do my homework.

But it's different if you eat after you finish writing. You can hold your bowl and eat while you read, which is doubly enjoyable and doubles your happiness.

“…”

After hearing this, Chen Shuo thought for a moment and roughly understood why he insisted on doing his homework. "I'll postpone your cartoon time tonight until you finish your homework, okay?"

"Really?!" Chen Qi'an exclaimed excitedly.

"Really? Okay, go have dinner with Dad."

Chen Shuo was leading his son out the door when he glanced at his son's homework and paused. The crooked handwriting on the homework was hard to ignore.

"Your handwriting is terrible, even worse than your mother's."

Chen Shuo said that he used to think that A Miao's handwriting was ugly, that it looked like a dog crawling, but now that he saw Chen Qi'an's handwriting, he realized that it was actually not bad, at least he could recognize the characters.

And this stuff my own son wrote...

"Tomorrow Dad will buy you a calligraphy practice book. You can practice calligraphy for half an hour every night, no, an hour."

"what?"

Chen Qi'an let out a sound of surprise, and his excitement vanished instantly.

Chapter 352 Why do you think it should be called "Zang"?

After the meal, Chen Shuo wiped his mouth, didn't wash the dishes, and hurriedly went to his room to take out the children's homework books, intending to check them.

"Are you just making an excuse not to wash the dishes?"

Looking at the mess of cups and saucers on the table, Bai Xiaoqi asked him.

"No, I really do need to check their homework, and besides, which do you think is more important, washing dishes or the kids' studies?"

"You just don't want to wash the dishes." Bai Xiaoqi had already seen through everything.

Leave the dishwashing to me, and I'll keep your hands soft and smooth.

I wonder which bastard said that.

Now look at me, humph!

You really can't trust what men say.

She neatly arranged the bowls and plates, muttering to herself as she did so, "You've never checked their homework before, but now you suddenly want to, and of all times, right after dinner! You just..."

"Alright, stop nagging. Just wash the dishes for me today. Besides, washing dishes is so convenient. We have a dishwasher at home."

"Just this once?"

"Yeah, do you expect me to wash you every day? I wouldn't even want you to wash yourself."

"Humph..."

Bai Xiaoqi gave a soft hum, and couldn't help but secretly curl the corners of her mouth. She happily carried the bowls and plates to the kitchen to wash them.

It's inexplicable.

Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over washing dishes?

Chen Shuo glanced at her back with a puzzled look, then turned his gaze back and picked up the siblings' homework to check. He realized he had overlooked something when he saw Chen Qi'an's homework.

As a parent, he had never checked his two children's homework.

To foster his two children's independence, he never sat beside them to tutor them while they did their homework.

Of course, the main reason is to avoid chaos at home.

But we should at least check it out and see how well they've completed it.

Having been a hands-off parent for so long, Chen Shuo realized this was his dereliction of duty as a parent. He silently reflected for a few seconds, then opened his daughter's homework book and looked at the handwriting.

It's alright.

Although it wasn't written particularly beautifully, it was still written neatly and legibly, with a delicate and graceful style unique to girls.

Elementary school students' homework is nothing more than copying new words, without even having to make words or sentences. He skimmed through it and didn't find any missing strokes or typos.

Then look at Chen Qi'an's expression, and Chen Shuo immediately adopted the expression of an old man on the subway.

Although he had already seen his son's handwriting when he called him to dinner earlier, he still couldn't help but frown when he looked at it again. What the hell is this?

On second thought, Chen Shuo's brows relaxed again; perhaps this kid could go into archaeology in the future.

At such a young age, he had already learned pictographs without a teacher.

The premise is that he himself can recognize what these things he wrote are.

"Is this Xiaobao's homework?"

Dishwashers are indeed convenient. Bai Xiaoqi tidied up the dishes and stuffed them inside, letting the machine run. Then she turned around, came out, and leaned over to Chen Shuo to watch with him.

Upon seeing the scrawled handwriting on the workbook, she immediately recognized it as her son's.

Although Chen Shuo was a hands-off parent, she was a different kind of mother. While her children were doing their homework, she would often wander around inside with her hands behind her back.

"You can recognize it?"

"Yes, I am from our motherland..."

"Wait a minute..."