"Then do you know what is two plus two?" Little Rice Cake asked again.
At two and a half years old, Little Red Bean only knew the answer because brother Qiao An had made her memorize it back when she was in America. As for two plus two, she couldn't reply. Shaking her head, she looked at Little Rice Cake in confusion.
He had wanted to play with Little Red Bean, but when she didn't reply, he bit his lip and asked once more, "You don't know? It's okay, let me teach you.
"Two plus two equals four," he said as he reached out to count for her with fingers. "Four," he emphasized once more.
Little Red Bean stared at the four fingers he lifted up and repeated after him, "Four."
Little Rice Cake continued to teach her. " Four plus four equals eight."
He then counted four of her with his fingers.
She nodded and repeated, "Eight."
"Eight plus eight equals..."
