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Chapter 907 The Little Pot Man (12)

Today, I spent another whole day with the children, and it was around ten o'clock in the evening that Yang Qian dragged his tired body back home.

"How do you feel that these few days, you have worked harder than accompanying the students of Jincheng Middle School Bowen School during the Spring Festival? Aren't you only a dozen or so children?"

Dai Yuni heard the movement of the car downstairs, and greeted her down.

"Mom, I've already eaten, and I just had supper with my brother and the others, so I don't need to cook noodles for me."

Yang Qian stopped his mother who was going to the kitchen, and then took the elevator upstairs with Dai Yuni with his bag.

"Today is actually not bad. I went to have supper with Senior Brother Huang Songyuan and head Wu Jingyi of the Kunqu Opera Troupe, and chatted about the inheritance and reform of opera."

Yang Qian looked tired, but when it came to opera, he was more excited.

Communicate with two famous opera masters and listen to their views on the current situation of Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera and their future ideas. If it weren’t for the fact that it’s getting late, if the children don’t go back, their family members should be anxious in the hotel, and Yang Qian might have to Chatted with Huang Songyuan and Wu Jingyi until midnight.

"However, it is indeed hard work. You said that the students in Bowen School of Jincheng Middle School are a round older after all. The youngest is twelve or thirteen years old, and the oldest is about to go to college. They are also very obedient and orderly. It is not difficult to maintain.

But these children who record songs are basically in elementary school, ranging from six to 11 years old, and they are in a lively and active age. If we don’t pay close attention, sometimes we forget discipline and get lost possible!Several of our colleagues in charge are hoarse, and they also went to the winter camp with them before, and they said that they have never been so tired."

Yang Qian shook his head with emotion.

This is indeed the case. Children in elementary school are too energetic, and it’s okay to sit still when watching a play, and some people jump up and down.

Then you can't criticize him severely, because these children already have relatively strong self-esteem, so they can only guide and persuade them patiently.

Maybe I will settle down for a while after the persuasion is over, but when I come the next day, I forget what the teachers said yesterday and continue to show my true colors.

Of course, it doesn't mean that they are naughty or lack quality.

Like Xin Zihao, he is a little more active, but when he is doing the things he likes, such as singing, such as listening to Grandma Wu telling stories, he becomes extremely well-behaved and serious.

They still have to be guided, and at the same time, give them a little flexibility to release their nature.

In contrast, the children of Bowen School of Jincheng Middle School are indeed much more sensible.

Not only because they are much older, but also because the children of Bowen School of Jincheng Middle School are timid when they come to the bustling big city, and they cherish this opportunity very much, afraid of being criticized by the teacher and then rushing back. That's why she showed a more well-behaved side.

"But no matter what, I still think our daughter is the most obedient. Xiao Zhaozhao doesn't cry or make trouble, and she's still very funny. If I can accompany her every day, I won't feel tired."

Yang Qian and his daughter-in-law were giggling, but he changed the subject and said suspiciously of flattery.

"Who said she was good?"

Dai Yuni gave him a funny look.

"Not good? Did she cry today?"

Yang Qian scratched his head in puzzlement, and asked the daughter-in-law who was walking in front with her waist twisted.

"Hey, wait, how do you go back to her room?"

It was only after Yang Qian stepped in that he noticed the problem.

Instead of going back to their big bedroom, Dai Yuni turned around and turned into another bedroom on the same floor that was reserved for Yang Xiaozhao's children's shoes.

"Hmph, why go back to her room, go ask your precious daughter!"

Although Dai Yuni was trying to show off on purpose, there was still some small resentment in her tone - aimed at the mischievous Yang Xiaozhao's children's shoes.

It would definitely not work to ask Yang Xiaozhao, the little guy fell asleep right now.

Moreover, even if she is not asleep, how can a five-month-old baby who can't even speak answer Dad's questions?
Yang Qian put down the bag, coaxed his daughter-in-law with a smile, and finally got the answer from her.

"...We've only moved here for a few days? It's been more than half a month, not even a month, and she made our bed dirty!"

Dai Yuni complained to her husband with deep resentment.

It turned out that Yang Xiaozhao vomited milk on the bed today!

She vomited quite a bit, almost vomited out all the milk that Dai Yuni fed her, and then the bed sheet was dirty and penetrated into the mattress!

It's not the first day for Yang Xiaozhao to spit up milk. He used to spit out a little milk when he was in the wrong feeding position when he was not full moon, and sometimes he even choked so that the milk sprayed out from his nostrils.

"No, she hasn't spit up milk for a long time, why is she still choking on milk now? And isn't there a urine pad to block it?"

Yang Qian asked suspiciously.

"She is practicing crawling. She may have just finished feeding, and she is lying on her stomach. The diaper was not placed under her body. I told my grandma that I wanted to see her crawl, so I took the diaper away. , that thing affects her performance."

Dai Yuni said confidently.

"That's your fault. Xiao Zhaozhao just ate enough, why did you let her practice crawling? Wait, she can crawl now?"

Yang Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, then he suddenly realized and asked in surprise.

A few days ago when Yang Qian was free at home during the day, Yang Xiaozhao could not crawl yet!She just lays down on her stomach, lying still, and if she wants to get what she wants, the clever little girl will turn over, move around in circles, and slowly reach her parents. The little toy in front of her!
Yang Qian also commented that his daughter loves to be lazy and doesn't rely on strength to try to outwit her.

"Why is it our fault? You don't know how hard my grandma and I are at home today! We washed the sheets and wiped the mattress for a long time. Then we worried that the milk would seep in, and if it wasn't cleaned, it would stink or attract ants. Then I contacted the mattress seller and asked them to arrange someone to come over, take the mattress back to clean it, and then send it to us after it was cleaned. This was more than that, my grandma and I later brought the bed surround from our room, we It took a long time for the two to install it here, and it took a lot of effort. Otherwise, Xiao Zhaozhao would not know where to sleep!"

Dai Yuni said unhappily.

They really worked very hard. They could have asked the workers to fix the bedside when they came to the door, but they forgot, and then they did it themselves, sweating profusely.

Dai Yuni wasn't blaming her daughter, she just wanted to complain to her husband, explain how hard she and her mother-in-law had gone through today, and hoped that Yang Qian would comfort her.

He was tired for a long time, and he didn't mean to make trouble for no reason.

"Okay, okay, it's Xiao Zhaozhao's fault. She doesn't even know how to pick a good time to spit milk, and insists on spitting it out when there is no urinal."

Yang Qian understands, so he won't feel that his daughter-in-law is too unreasonable.

If you want family harmony, you must not admit death,
Especially when facing a wife, if you insist on reasoning and arguing about right and wrong, the family will never be harmonious.

I saw Yang Qian hugged his daughter-in-law with a smile, and coaxed her softly.

"Okay, go take a shower quickly, what time is it, go to bed early, we have to continue tomorrow!"

Sure enough, Dai Yuni smiled immediately, and gently prepared a change of clothes for Yang Qian.

As for the "strange" Yang Xiaozhao's children's shoes, she was still sleeping soundly, not knowing that she was going to be blamed at such a young age.

(End of this chapter)