I was approached by a cat-eared girl.

Chen Shuo couldn't help but call out to stop, pausing for two seconds before asking uncertainly, "Did you just read the words written on this?"

"Yes, is there something wrong with how I read it?"

"...Uh, no problem."

Chen Shuo paused for a moment before speaking. His original intention was to ask if you could recognize that this was written by your son, but he didn't expect this to be such an unexpected bonus.

He thought the words written on it were incredibly difficult, requiring him to furrow his brow and painstakingly decipher their shapes, but the foolish little cat solved it so easily.

Could it be... that the handwriting of the mother and son actually belongs to the same system?

Chen Shuo stroked his chin, a thought creeping onto his mind. In fact, upon closer inspection, the handwriting of his simple-minded son and his simple-minded wife did indeed bear some resemblance.

The main thing is that it looks similar in spirit.

"What do you think about enrolling our two kids in tutoring classes?" he asked.

I didn't enroll my two kids in any classes when they were in kindergarten, mainly because I wanted them to have a happy childhood. Now that they're in first grade, they've had their happy childhood, so it's time to enroll them in some classes.

Otherwise, if other kids are secretly taking extra classes every day, my two kids will really lose at the starting line.

What class should I sign up for?

"Calligraphy class".

Just based on this handwriting, Chen Shuo felt he had to enroll his son in a calligraphy class. He hadn't noticed his son's ugly handwriting before, which was his oversight as a father. He hoped it wasn't too late to get him some extra lessons and correct his handwriting.

As for my daughter, although her handwriting is passable, she goes to tutoring classes with me. Otherwise, if only her younger brother goes to tutoring classes and she doesn't, I feel like I'm letting her down.

As parents, we must treat all children equally.

Chen Shuo has a lot of experience in raising children.

"Calligraphy class? You mean the kind where you practice calligraphy with a brush?"

"The classes for practicing calligraphy with a soft brush are for soft brushes, but I want to enroll him in a class for hard pens, that is, writing with a pencil or a fountain pen. That's the only way to learn effectively."

The way you hold a calligraphy brush and a regular pen is different. You might practice a lot and end up writing beautiful calligraphy, but your pencil writing will still look like worms crawling.

Besides, he learned calligraphy when he was a child, and now he only uses it to write Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year.

Chen Shuo felt that it was better to enroll in calligraphy class, as it was more reliable.

"Transfer some money to me later, and I'll inquire about it tomorrow and report it directly to them."

"Oh..."

Bai Xiaoqi said "Oh" and took out her phone from her pocket, "How much?"

Chen Shuo thought for a moment, "Give me ten thousand first, and I'll ask you for more if it's not enough."

The purchasing power of 100 yuan now is roughly equivalent to 60 yuan or even less in the past. A bowl of noodles that used to cost 10 yuan now costs around 20 yuan. 10,000 yuan might not even be enough to enroll two children in classes.

"So expensive?" Bai Xiaoqi paused in her transfer, looking up in shock. She thought that signing up for a class would cost at most a few thousand yuan, or even a few hundred yuan, but she didn't expect it to cost ten thousand yuan, and it might not even be enough.

"Otherwise what? Prices are rising so fast now. Look at the transfer limit on WeChat. It used to be 20,000 yuan a day, but now it's 50,000 yuan. What do you think that means?"

"Is it because...the transfer limit has changed?"

“…”

Fine.

Chen Shuo gave up explaining, "Hey, just transfer it quickly. I'll return any extra to you. It's not like you're hiding it as your secret stash. What are you worried about?"

"Go ahead and hide it, I didn't say you couldn't..." Bai Xiaoqi muttered under her breath as she transferred the money using her phone.

Hearing the notification sound, Chen Shuo picked it up and glanced at it, then asked in confusion, "What do you mean by transferring 15,000 to me when I asked for 10,000?"

"Didn't you want to hide some money from others?"

"You're so generous to let me hide five thousand yuan of my own money." Chen Shuo really wanted to give her a thumbs up, but there was a small misunderstanding.

He paused for a moment and then asked, "Why do you think hiding money is called 'hiding'?"

Chapter 353 The Joy Is About to End

A successful married man must have his own little savings.

After all, having food in hand gives you peace of mind. When you go out to meet up with friends and have a few drinks, or if you want to buy something you like, such as an old fishing rod or a set of old bracelets, you can't just ask your wife for money. That would be too embarrassing.

So you have to find a way to save some money on the side. As for how to do it, it's nothing more than lying about the bills or shamelessly cutting back on the children's allowance.

It's not shabby to earn money.

But Chen Shuo hadn't done much of that kind of thing, unlike Ma Fubao, he wasn't interested in money.

Rather, it's completely unnecessary.

After all, they're practically begging to give you money so you can hide some of your savings.

But it's impossible to say that I never hid anything. As for how much I hid, I can only say that I hid enough.

Therefore, Chen Shuo naturally accepted the five thousand yuan that was given to him for free, and then put his phone in his pocket.

Other men hide money for the money itself, but I'm different. I hide it for the sake of hiding it. So if you give it to me voluntarily, it's not considered hiding it. But if I return it to you, it's considered disrespectful.

I'll accept it this time, but don't do it again.

"Alright, just shut up."

Bai Xiaoqi reached out and pinched his mouth shut. She could have just secretly enjoyed the money, but instead he kept chattering away. All he ever did was talk nonsense.

It's alright, acceptable.

At least it's not like before, when I used to lecture myself all the time. Now I don't lecture myself much anymore; I talk to my two kids about it all the time.

She let go of Chen Shuo's mouth and asked, "Should we talk to them about enrolling him in tutoring classes?"

"Of course we have to say it, otherwise it will seem like we don't respect them. We have to ask for their opinion."

Although the children are still young, they are independent individuals, and we should discuss everything with them.

"What if they disagree?"

"Disagree? If they disagree, we should assert our parental authority and make the decision for them."

Children are still young and lack a proper sense of right and wrong, so parents need to help them make decisions.

“…”

"You don't need to go, I can help you."

"The teacher said to have the parents come, but you're not a parent."

"I'm your older sister..."

Chen Shuo was about to go to the two children's room to inform them about the tutoring class when he saw the two kids arguing and pulling each other as they came out of the room.

What are you two arguing about?

"The teacher assigned homework and asked parents to help with dictation. Dad, can you help me?" Chen Qi'an waved the books in his hand.

"Come on, bring the book over here."

"Ah."

Chen Qi'an responded, then glanced at Chen Qinghan defiantly before grabbing his books and notebooks and running over.

"Here you go, Dad."

Chen Shuo took the book, but before he could even react, his brows furrowed. The book covers Bai Xiaoqi had wrapped for the siblings when school started were brand new.

After only two months of schooling, half of the book cover was gone. When I opened it again, the inside was in a terrible state, with several pages wrinkled and looking like they had been soaked in water.

A quick thought will reconstruct the incident: he must have been sleeping in class and drooled on it.

Chen Shuo, the father, was so angry he felt like his liver was about to burst. He wanted his son to go to school, but what a load of crap!

Sometimes I really want to beat this kid up.

"Fine, it doesn't affect the use anyway," Chen Shuo suppressed his anger and asked in a gentle tone, "Which lesson is the dictation for?"

"The lesson that we are the flowers of the motherland."

"The flowers of the motherland... Oh, found them."

Chen Shuo turned to that page in the book, cleared his throat, and was about to begin when he suddenly remembered something. "Hey, Da Bao, why don't you bring your notebook over? Dad will help you with the dictation."

"I..."

Chen Qinghan turned around, preparing to slip away quietly, but upon hearing this, she paused, opened her mouth, and then said, "I've finished all my homework."

"Aren't you two in the same class? Don't you have a dictation assignment?"

"....have."

"Finished writing too?"

"...Um."

"So who helped you with the dictation?"

“…”

Chen Qinghan glanced up at him, then quickly lowered her head. After a moment, she whispered, "I did the dictation myself."

"........."

Some children are clever from a young age, like Chen Qinghan. Today, the teacher assigned parents a dictation assignment for the first time, and she immediately figured it out. The dictation for parents is from the book, so she just copied it.

Anyway, the teacher won't be able to tell by the next day.

Some children aren't very bright from a young age, like Chen Qi'an. He does whatever others tell him to do. When the teacher asked his parents to help with dictation, his older sister Chen Qinghan was willing to help, but he wouldn't.

It was because he kept threatening to quit that Chen Qinghan's affair came to light.

But Chen Shuo wasn't too angry about it. This kind of dictation homework, which you take home and then copy down, is something that everyone has done when they were kids.

It's just that Da Bao mastered this skill a little too early.

Holding the book, Chen Shuo helped his son finish his dictation homework. The dictation for elementary school students didn't have many words, and it was all done in a few minutes. Chen Shuo handed the book back to him, as usual expressing his disdain for the boy's scrawled handwriting.

Just as I was about to talk about tutoring classes, I saw Chen Qinghan come over with her head down, holding a notebook in her hand. When she got closer, she stammered, "Dad, can you help me with my dictation?"

"Didn't you finish writing? Why do you need a dictation test? Alright, put your workbook away. Dad has something to tell you."