Ye Jiaqi took Little Pomelo home and fed Little Pomelo a few mouthfuls of flower cakes.

The little guy grabbed the cookie with both hands, looked at Ye Jiaqi with his big eyes, and grinned.

"Why are you laughing?" Ye Jiaqi also laughed, "Delicious? My mother also liked this when she was a child."

"Eat..." Little Youzi put her little hand to Ye Jiaqi's mouth, with a look of anticipation on her face.

Ye Jiaqi took a bite, then bit Xiao Yuzi's finger and kissed it: "Little one."

When Little Yuzi smiled, she showed her neat little white teeth, which were sweet and waxy and as cute as rice dumplings. The more Ye Jiaqi looked at them, the more she liked them.

While she was cooking, Little Youzi sat obediently on the chair and played with the robot given to her by He Jiaye.

Ye Jiaqi, who has never touched Yang Chun Shui, can already cook some simple meals and feed the little grapefruit. It was a bit difficult at the beginning, but now she can fully adapt to it.

Little Yuzi seems to like it here too, she doesn't cry or fuss, she likes to play with Xiao Chenchen the most, and she also likes He Jiaye very much.

Ye Jiaqi thought about it and took Little Youzi to Rongcheng when spring arrived to meet Ye Yunxiao.

At night, in the dead of night, she put Xiaoyouzi to sleep, and sat on the bed writing a diary or reading a book.

She didn't bring many books, and the books she read recently were all by He Jiaye.

Because of the winter vacation, she has more leisure time.

During the day, she would sit in front of the window alone and cut window grilles. Although she was not good at cutting, she could still put them on the window.

She sent a few copies to He Jiaye.

Unexpectedly, He Jiaye was helping the villagers write couplets, meticulously.

When Ye Jiaqi passed by, he leaned against the door and looked at the lively orphanage compound. There was a large table in the middle of the courtyard, covered with red paper.

The sun is nice and warm.

A bunch of villagers gathered around the table, all watching He Jiaye write couplets.

Ye Jiaqi didn't expect that He Jiaye's handwriting was so good. A child born from such a scholarly family was really good.

The villagers who got the couplets were very happy and praised them profusely: "Teacher Xiao He is so awesome. His handwriting of this couplet is better than the ones I bought on the market!"

"No, it's better than those bullshit calligraphers on TV."

"Young man, amazing."

"There is no need to buy couplets for the Chinese New Year this year."

There were not many people in the village, and they all came to He Jiaye to write couplets.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't get a word in, so he stood aside and watched quietly.

Very well written.

Some villagers teased Ye Jiaqi and deliberately asked: "Teacher Ye, what do you think of Teacher Xiao He's handwriting? Do you like it?"

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "This is also the first time I've seen him write calligraphy. I feel the same as you."

"Teacher Ye, please sharpen the ink for Teacher Xiao He. Teacher Xiao He has been writing for us for a long time and is tired."

Ye Jiaqi knew that they did it on purpose, but he also knew that they meant no harm. He smiled and stepped forward to help He Jiaye grind the ink.

He Jiaye was flattered and said quickly: "I can do it myself."

"It's okay, I'll help you." Ye Jiaqi polished the ink for him and watched him write.

The villagers who got the couplets looked satisfied. It didn't take long before everyone in the village was full of praise and praised He Jiaye for his greatness.

Although Ye Jiaqi didn't know calligraphy, she saw that He Jiaye's handwriting was so good that she couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Do you have mine?"
Chapter completed!