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Chapter 195 Teach You to Type on a Mobile Phone

Fang Ci stepped forward first, pointing to the piece of China map puzzle that he had put together and said, "Is this made by Little Pudding?"

Mrs. Han smiled and said: "Yeah, I thought that this child, as a homeless child picked up by Han, should know nothing, and I wanted to teach her to recognize some simple shapes, such as giant pandas, giraffes, airplanes and trains, etc. .”

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"But Little Pudding wasn't interested in those things at all. After just one glance, he gestured to me, nodded and shook his head. It took me a long time to realize that she wanted to tell me, and she knew all about it."

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"Then I gave her the messed up jigsaw puzzle. This little guy's hands are really nimble. He completed the jigsaw puzzle in three strokes, five times and two divisions. It's very smooth."

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"Although Chen'er can do it when he is as old as Little Pudding, Chen'er has received the best education since he was a child, so it is only natural that he can react quickly. But now, seeing as Little Pudding, a street child who was abandoned by his parents, can do it. With such a reaction, I am sure that this child is really smart."

Mrs. Han said a lot with passion, and praised Han Qianxiao severely.

If it weren't for Han Qianxiao's own compulsion in her heart, she would have to put her hips on her hips and pretend to be a jerk right now.

Only she understands that she is a person who has lived two lives. She was a killer in her previous life, and she has been training her reaction ability since she was a child.

Moreover, she lived to be 19 years old in her previous life, plus the few years in this life, she now has an adult soul in her 20s in her body.

If you can't even solve this smallest pediatric puzzle, then you are really mentally retarded.

Fang Ci was also surprised when he heard what Mrs. Han said, so he couldn't help leaning in front of the little guy and asked, "Little Pudding, can you read?"

Han Qianxiao froze for a moment, then nodded.

She felt that she should inadvertently reveal the fact that she could read, otherwise if she needed to have some specific communication with the Han family in the future, hand gestures would not be enough.

She knew that she would not be dumb all the time, but the Han family didn't know that, if she really hired some dumb language teacher to learn dumb language, she would cry.

When Han Mochen heard this, he was both surprised and delighted.

He guessed that when Xiaoxiao was in the orphanage, the headmaster had taught her how to read.

Han Mochen felt joyful, hugged the little meat ball lying on the bed into his arms, and said softly: "Xiaoxiao, can I teach you to type with a mobile phone?"

Han Qian Xiaokuang nodded: Good good!Waiting for this sentence!

It's really aggrieved that she can't speak, not everyone can understand her meaning like Han Mochen.

Especially the servants of the Han family, they couldn't understand what she wanted to express every time, they were all really stupid.

It is too difficult for her to communicate with them. It would be more convenient if she could type and communicate through the mobile phone.

Fang Ci: "Mo Chen, Little Pudding is only four years old, so you teach her how to play with a mobile phone? No way! She will become an Internet-addicted teenager after she learns how to use a mobile phone!"

After Han Qianxiao heard this sentence, she gave Fang Ci a hard look, bared her teeth, wishing she could bite Fang Ci.

Why does this annoying quack always contradict her? It's so annoying!
Han Mochen said indifferently: "I will have someone customize a mobile phone for Xiaoxiao, which is convenient for her to type in."

In other words, the phone may not be able to access the Internet at all.

Fang Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and said enviously: "Little Pudding, you have enjoyed an exclusive service that ordinary four-year-olds can't enjoy. When you go to the kindergarten, you will be the only child with a mobile phone in the kindergarten! It's great! "

(End of this chapter)