"What's wrong?"
Fang Miaomiao turned around and saw Chen Huan, then shook her head. "Nothing, I got tired of reciting. I was thinking of going for a walk to see if An An was causing trouble."
"An An is very cute and smart, a very good child."
Hearing this, Fang Miaomiao showed no expression on her face, but her heart was overjoyed: Of course, An An was her child, so it was very normal for him to be smart and cute.
[Looking at Fang Miaomiao's expression, I knew what she was thinking. She was definitely thinking, no matter how smart or cute he is, he's not my biological son, just a stepson.]
[Can you stop being so vicious with your thoughts? Didn't you notice Miaomiao's smug expression? She looks like she's thinking, "Oh, don't praise me, don't praise me, I'm shy," what? Don't ask me why I know. I have two kids and a very good relationship with them. Miaomiao's expression is easy to guess. She's so cute, no, I'm switching from a fan of her looks to a fan of her as a mom.]
"Nannan is also very cute," Fang Miaomiao said, looking at the children inside and smiling. "Much livelier than when we first met. Kids should be lively."
"Aren't you afraid of being too lively?"
"Isn't that simple? Good people come from under the stick. If you want to become a brat, you have to get past the stick." Fang Miaomiao spoke as if a floodgate had opened, talking incessantly. "You can't spoil children. The more parents spoil them, the more the children act out."
"Why?"
"You wouldn't understand this," Fang Miaomiao glanced meaningfully at Chen Huan. "Children are very clever. They will test the limits of their parents. If parents back down a few times at their bottom line, the child won't be afraid, and then you won't be able to manage them."
In her past life, she followed a mommy blogger. The early videos were good, and the child was very cute. Later, for some reason, the child became spoiled. Every video featured the child crying and making a fuss.
She was puzzled at the time. Finally, the video blogger, the child's mother, said in the comments that she was busy with work for a while, so the child was looked after by the elders in the family. Grandparents are particularly doting on their grandchildren.
In one week, the child became spoiled, crying and throwing things at the slightest provocation. The video blogger was stunned when she returned.
Fang Miaomiao found this curious. Coupled with taking on a mother role in a play, she researched and learned about it.
"How do you know so much?"
"Watching videos," Fang Miaomiao blurted out. "You can find tons of these videos online. Anyway, if An An doesn't make mistakes, it's fine. If he does, I'll definitely spank him."
She had never spanked a child before.
Hearing this, Chen Huan chuckled. "You're quite amusing."
Fang Miaomiao shrugged. "My son, of course, has to study well and be disciplined. What a cute little boy, I can't let him turn out bad."
"You're a good mother."
Fang Miaomiao smiled meaningfully. "You're a good mother too."
"Nannan is a good child herself."
Despite so much bullying and unfairness, she still faced the world with a bright smile.
"Tsk, if I were you, I would definitely take all the credit for myself," Fang Miaomiao clicked her tongue and continued, "You are like the blind men feeling the elephant. You haven't noticed that Nannan actually likes you very much?"
Chen Huan looked at her for a long time before saying, "Are you any different?"
"That's too much. I'm sharing my experience raising children, and you're trying to trick me."
Just as Chen Huan was about to say when she had tricked her, she heard Ye Nan's voice.
With a casual raise of her hand, she beckoned.
The little girl's eyes sparkled as she happily rushed towards her.
Compared to the thin and timid girl she was when they first met, the little girl now had some plumpness in her face and smiled more.
"Mommy."
"What is it?"
"Mommy, I've identified 25 types of seedlings."
"Good job."
"Nannan is amazing."
"Aunt Miaomiao."
"Yes?"
"Brother An An recognized them too."
Fang Miaomiao smiled at the little girl's flushed cheeks from shyness. Oh my, she's so cute, even cuter than Master An An!
Especially those clear, pure eyes, untainted by dust.
"Mommy."
"Oh, An An is here."
"Mommy." Wen Yan'an threw himself into Fang Miaomiao's arms, his big eyes fixed on Fang Miaomiao with a pleading look.
"What's wrong? Can't recite it? It's okay if you can't, your mom couldn't recite it either."
Wen Yan'an: "..."
Could he say that he was just acting cute because he didn't want his mother's attention to linger on others for too long? But clearly, his mother had misunderstood. However, his mother couldn't recite it?
Then should he deliberately mess up later, so that people on the internet wouldn't say bad things about his mother again, which would make his mother unhappy.
Yes, that's it. He would be a fool with his mother, then people wouldn't just scold his mother.
"Mommy, it's okay, I'm here, An An will accompany you."
"Good boy."
Ye Nan wanted to say something, but saw Chen Huan shake her head.
One and a half hours.
"Time is up, all mothers please put down your materials."
"Is it already time?" Zhou Jiaxin looked at the materials in her hand with surprise, then shook her head helplessly. "I'm sorry, I might drag you all down."
"Senior Zhou, you shouldn't speak too soon," Fang Miaomiao said with a smile. "It's not certain who will drag whom down yet."
"Good heavens, so everyone hasn't finished memorizing."
Chen Huan raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"You all haven't finished memorizing?" Said deliberately looked at them teasing each other, unsure whether to take it seriously.
Just then, there was a knock on the iron gate.
Said also received a call, asking everyone to go outside.
Around five o'clock.
It was still bright outside.
"I'm curious, at this place, is work eight hours?"
"Want to know?" Cui Mantong said with a mischievous smile. "Get your husband to open a company here and see."
"Don't joke. I usually don't interfere with his company matters," Fang Miaomiao said seriously.
"Why?"
"If I, an outsider, interfered with these matters and ruined his company, wouldn't the employees in the company hate me to death?"
"That's true," Cui Mantong gave a thumbs-up. "You have vision."
"Not bad."
"Ahem, excuse me, ladies, are you done chatting?"
The two paused, turned their heads in unison, and looked around, deliberately avoiding each other's gaze.
"Aren't you two afraid of angering me to death?"