Early in the morning, just after breakfast, with everyone in the household either busy or at leisure, Aunt Lianhua was putting away the dishes and utensils when she saw Qiaoqiao already holding his textbook, standing on the steps, and loudly starting to recite phonetics:
"Ah-buh-cuh-duh of uh-foh..."
Oh my! Such a sight! Everyone in the courtyard couldn't help but smile at the little scene.
Only Song Tan expressed her confusion, "Qiaoqiao, you've been at it for so long, how come you're still learning phonetics?"
Qiaoqiao: …
Hmph╭(╯^╰)╮.
He silently flipped his textbook making a whooshing noise, then closed it again, and with solemnity began to recite a poem, "The bright sun follows the mountains to rest, the Yellow River into the sea flows..."
Xin Jun, holding a cup of water, walked by, and couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Song Tan, you still don't get it?"
