Chapter 132
Lin Xining, who was pushed a bit by the uncle, walked towards the Yang Family courtyard.
'knock knock! '
"It's coming!"
Lin Xining carried the book in one hand and knocked on the door several times with his knuckles.
The voice of the babysitter in the yard came, and then, after another minute, the door was opened.
"Mr. is back."
The babysitter opened the door and saw that it was Lin Xining, so he stepped aside and let Lin Xining in.
Lin Xining nodded towards her, and then brought two big bags of books to the bright dignified hall.
Yang Zezhong still had some doubts when he read the book Lin Xining brought back.
"Sir, is this?"
Lin Xining pulled out a ghost story from the bag and looked towards the child who was honestly sitting on the sofa with a smile.
"Buy some extracurricular reading materials for the child"
Yang Zezhong said "Ah", and then like the old man Lin Xining met, he gave the child a "please ask for happiness" Look in the eyes.
After that, he handed the original body to Lin Xining.
"Mr.'s book."
Lin Xining took the book and put it under his arm at will.
Continue to take out the books in the bag and start sorting.
There are more than fifty books in two big bags, both thin and thick.
Lin Xining divides them into three stacks. Different age groups see which stack.
Lin Xining sorted these books, moved into Yang Herui's room, and then pulled Heishi from his hand.
Lin Xining packed up, holding the ontology that now belongs to him, and said to Yang Zezhong: "Teach him tomorrow, I will go back to rest first."
Yang Zezhong was nodded and watched Lin Xining. Walk into a room.
Then he took out a Tibetan mastiff only half a person tall from the yard, and the Tibetan mastiff followed Yang Zezhong to the hall.
"Little Pi!"
When Yang Herui saw Yang Zezhong bring the Tibetan mastiff in, his smile immediately showed a big smile.
Pleased happily at the Tibetan Mastiff.
The big Tibetan mastiff named'Little Pi Pi' saw its owner rushing over, and immediately squatted, exposing his chest.
The child rushed into the furry Tibetan Mastiff's chest, his face glowing red with excitement.
The gleaming eyes stretched out his hands around the neck of the Tibetan mastiff, and the soft little head was buried in the thick hair of the Tibetan mastiff.
Yang Zezhong watched the child hug the Tibetan mastiff lovingly for a minute, then dug his head out of the dog's hair.
"Okay, okay You should go to bed, Little Pi will accompany you."
Yang Herui then let go of his hand holding Little Pi and took it The tow rope in Yang Zezhong's hand ran to the room deftly.
Yang Herui took off his slippers and got into the bed. Little Pi's Tibetan mastiff, cleverly nestled beside the bed. Yang Zezhong covered the quilt for Yang Herui, then left a bedside lamp and went out.
"Good night, my dear grandson"
"Good night, grandfather."
Yang Herui and Yang Zezhong said good night, then closed their eyes peacefully .
The child has no dreams and no discomfort.
Lin Xining in a certain room is the same.
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On the second day, it was dawn.
Lin Xining got up and dug out Yang Herui from the bed.
Then I took a phonetic book of "San Zi Jing", and took the child to stand outside in the cleaned yard, reading each sentence.
Yang Herui's confused thoughts were frozen by the cold wind outside, and he woke up tremblingly.
Then, with a little red hand, read the book with Lin Xining.
"San Zi Jing", Lin Xining only read a short passage with a child.
Then he took Yang Herui and started to punch. Yang Herui, with his small hands and cold face, dared not say a word under Lin Xining's suppression.
Obediently and honestly in accordance with Lin Xining's requirements, posing for movements.
At the beginning, Lin Xining continued to correct Yang Herui's actions.
After the child played a few times and became fluent, he didn't get started again. Instead, he went to the kitchen and asked Black Stone to cook breakfast.
At this point, the nanny did not get up, and Yang Zezhong did not get up either.
Lin Xining announced the end of Yang Herui’s morning exercises until the smell began to emerge in the kitchen.
Yang Herui ran to Lin Xining warmly, and was filled with a cup of warm water by Lin Xining.
Lin Xining waited for Yang Herui to finish drinking the water in the cup, and then told him to take a bath by himself.
Yang Herui is six years old. Because he has been raised outside by the Yang Family, he matures relatively early. Taking care of himself has long been familiar with the road.
Twenty minutes later, Yang Herui came out with a dry change of clothes.
Lin Xining had already arranged breakfast.
Lin Xining beckons with the hand to Yang Herui: "Come here and sit here for breakfast."
"Good"
Yang Herui sits down and eats In front of him belongs to his breakfast.
Boiled thick porridge, it is warm in the mouth, not the temperature of the hot mouth.
Moreover, the porridge tastes very good.
Yang Herui, who exercised all morning, had already stomach rumbling with hunger, and quickly began to sip the porridge.
Yang Herui's upbringing and habits are very good, even if Lin Xining sat next to him, he did not hear the snoring of porridge.
Lin Xining is nodded, sitting next to him and feeding Heishi.
Even if he can't eat, he must feel involved! !
Hei Shi was suffering from the pressure of Lin Xining feeding him, his tail straightened and he dared not move.
"Sir!"
The babysitter's surprised voice suddenly came over.
Looking at the breakfast on the table flusteredly, thinking that I was late and hungry for the employer's family.
Lin Xining naturally saw the babysitter’s panic and waved at will: “It’s okay, it’s not your problem.”
The babysitter did not feel relieved by Lin Xining’s words, but instead I kept reminding myself to get up earlier tomorrow.
Can't ask her employer to do it, otherwise, she won't be able to hold the money.
"Get up so early?"
At this time, Yang Zezhong also got up, naturally sat on the table, and asked the nanny to serve him a bowl of rice.
The babysitter stood there in shame and was taken aback for a while.
Lin Xining: "It's cold in the pan in the kitchen."
Yang Zezhong is hearing this, and he sees the signs. The puzzled looked towards Lin Xining: "Did you cook it?"
Lin Xining stuffed the last spoonful of porridge in the bowl into Heishi's mouth.
"No, it was made by my pet."
Yang Zezhong looked at the motionless Black Stone in a novel way, "It can cook as a small snake!!? "
At this moment, the nanny brought the porridge.
Yang Zezhong took a spoonful of porridge and put it tentatively into his mouth.
"Um delicious."
"This porridge should be cooked with millet. Looking at the consistency of the porridge, it should have been cooked for a long time."
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"The faint salty taste of the porridge at the end has made this bowl of plain porridge a sublimation! It makes people eat it without getting crooked."
"A genius! "
The moment Yang Zezhong entered the porridge, his eyes lit up, and then he closed his eyes and began to taste the taste.
After tasting a porridge, immediately looked towards Blackstone like a rare treasure.
"Mr.'s pet is really not easy!"
"Didn't expect it to cook simple porridge so delicious."
" I don't know how the fried dishes are!"
In this regard, Lin Xining is coldly snorted.
Throwing Heishi who was forced to eat on his shoulders, he left quite proudly.
"Today is your good luck, and you have to have a babysitter for the rest of the meal!"
Yang Zezhong and Yang Herui, hearing this, shook their heads regretfully.
It is the babysitter on one side, looking towards Lin Xining's back gratefully.
Fortunately, the husband did not blame her with Old Mister.
She doesn't want to lose this high salary, good treatment, and easy job.
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