Qiao Qingyu sighed, feeling that children so young seemed to understand everything.
She turned on the desk lamp, and the two children picked up their square-grid notebooks to practice writing.
When Qiao Qingyu went out, He Xiuyu had already cleaned up the kitchen, and his staff was in the shed outside.
Qiao Qingyu took her own textbooks, ready to head to the study class.
Now, there were only five people left in the study class, and the teacher was still Shen Fen.
Sun Aizhi's academic performance was also decent, but she couldn't teach senior year knowledge.
It was more of a tutoring class than a study class.
Qiao Qingyu carried a cloth bag, inside were the beans and chili peppers she had picked for Shen Fen in the evening.
She liked Shen Fen, a person worthy of respect.
As she walked past the grape trellis, footsteps followed her, and then a figure overtook her and stopped her.
