Ye Jiaqi took Xiaoyouzi home and fed Xiaoyouzi a few bites of flower cakes.

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

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Jiaqi also smiled, "It's delicious? My mother also liked to eat this when she was a child."

"Eat..." Xiao Yuzi reached her little hand to Ye Jiaqi's mouth with an expectant look on her face.

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

When Xiao Yuzi smiled, she showed her neat little white teeth, which were sweet and glutinous, as cute as a zongzi. Ye Jiaqi liked it the more she looked at it.

While she was cooking, Xiao Yuzi sat obediently on the chair, playing with the robot that He Jiaye gave her.

Ye Jiaqi, who has no fingers on her back, 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.

Xiao Yuzi also seems to like this place very much. She doesn’t cry or make a fuss. She likes to play with Xiao Chenchen the most and also likes He Jiaye very much.

Ye Jiaqi thought about it and took Xiao Yuzi to Rongcheng when spring arrived to meet Ye Yunxiao.

At night, when it was late at night, she coaxed Xiao Yuzi to sleep and sat on the bed to write a diary or read a book.

She brought not many books, and the books she has read recently are all from He Jiaye.

Because of the winter vacation, she is relatively leisurely.

During the day, she would sit alone in front of the window to cut window flowers. Although she was not well cut, she could still stick it to the window.

She sent some copies to He Jiaye.

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

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

The sun is very nice and warm.

A bunch of villagers surrounded by the table were watching He Jiaye write couplets.

Ye Jiaqi did not expect that He Jiaye wrote good handwriting, such a child born in a scholarly family, was indeed amazing.

The villagers who received the couplet were happy and praised: "Teacher Xiao He is so amazing. This word is better than what you bought on the market!"

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

"Young man, amazing."

"I don't need to buy couplets during the Chinese New Year this year."

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

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

Very well written.

Some villagers teased Ye Jiaqi and asked deliberately: "Teacher Ye, how do you think Teacher He's handwriting is written like? Do you like it?"

Ye Jiaqi smiled: "This is the first time I have seen him write calligraphy, it's the same as yours."

"Teacher Ye will polish the ink for Teacher Xiao He. Teacher Xiao He has been writing for us for a long time and I am tired."

Ye Jiaqi knew that they did it on purpose, but also knew that they had no malice. He smiled and walked up to help He Jiaye develop ink.

He Jiaye was flattered and hurriedly said, "I can do it myself."

"It's okay, I'll help you." Ye Jiaqi watched him write while grinding ink for him.

The villagers who received the couplet looked satisfied. Not long after, the whole village praised He Jiaye for being so powerful.

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