She was a little worried that qingsi would be spoiled to the point of being arrogant.
After the two of them left, grandma Jian peeled an orange for qingsi.""Qingsi, have an orange and stop writing."
"But mom said that I have to write a hundred characters. I've only written twenty now. There's still a long way to go."
The old man took out the pen in qingsi's hand."Your mother didn't say that you should write all of them in one go. You've already written twenty. You're still young and your body is still growing. It's very tiring to write with a brush. Take a rest before you write."
"That's right." Qingsi nodded."Grandpa, you have a point."
"Come, have some oranges."
Qingsi opened her mouth and ate the orange her grandmother fed her.""This orange is so sweet. Grandma, you should eat it too ..."
"Okay, grandma, you should try it too."
