Han Yingwen stammered: "I like to eat..."

  Han Yingwen picked up the chopsticks and put the wonton in his mouth.

   "Little brother, eat slowly, or you won't be able to taste it."

   "Well..." Han Yingwen nodded with a blushing face.

   "Little brother, is it delicious?"

"good to eat……"

   Xuanyuan Jia'er squinted her watery eyes, took a spoon and got another one for Han Yingwen.

   "Little brother, I have a lot more, I'll give you more food!"

"Forehead……"

  Han Yingwen looked at Xuanyuan Jiaer with some embarrassment.

  Han Yingxue felt that Han Yingwen was molested by the little girl Xuanyuan Jiaer.

   "Little brother, what's wrong?" Xuanyuan Jia'er asked.

"I……"

"I see, little brother, are you full? If you are full, then stop eating! Jia'er doesn't want to eat when she's full. Grandpa forces me to eat every time!" Xuanyuan Jia'er talking. While pouting a small mouth.

   Mr. Qiumu smiled awkwardly.

   In front of others like this, is he really okay?

  Han Yingxue was amused by Xuanyuan Jiaer.

   "Jia'er, children should eat more so they can grow taller!" Han Yingxue said.

  Xuanyuan Jia'er raised a small face and asked, "Sister, why do you want to grow taller? Isn't Jia'er like this? Isn't she cute?"

  Han Yingxue's mouth twitched, a few black lines appeared on his forehead, and he didn't know how to respond to Xuanyuan Jia'er.

   "This... child, you have to grow tall and big, so that no one will bully you."

   Xuanyuan Jia'er rolled his eyes, took out a few more wontons from the bowl, and put them into Han Yingwen's bowl.

   "Little brother, if you can't eat it, you have to eat it. My sister said that you can grow taller if you eat it, so that you won't be bullied. Little brother, if you grow taller, you can protect Jia'er!"

  Han Yingxue and Mr. Qiumu were dumbfounded when they heard it.

  Han Yingxue was very curious about what was in Xuanyuan Jiaer's head.

"Oh……"

  Han Yingwen picked up his chopsticks and ate all the wontons in the bowl.

   "Little brother, you are amazing!"

   Han Yingwen was embarrassed by Xuanyuan Jiaer's praise.

   "Girl, I made you laugh!" Mr. Qiu Mu said as he touched Xuanyuan Jia'er's head.

   "No joke, Jia'er is so cute."

   "Haha, this little girl is a ghost!"

  Han Yingxue nodded in agreement, Xuanyuan Jiaer knew at a glance that it was a ghost.

   Mr. Qiumu looked at Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu and asked, "Girl, are these your two younger brothers?"

"Yes!"

   "It's not too small, can I send it to the school to study?" Mr. Qiu Mu asked.

   The children of rich families in the town were sent to the school very early, and Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu were sent in long ago.

   "No, I'll send it to you when it's autumn!"

   "Haha, if the girl is willing, go to my Qingyun Academy!"

  Han Yingxue was also thinking of sending the two younger brothers in.

   But Qingyun Academy is not so easy to get in. In addition to the tuition fee per semester, the number of places for admission to Qingyun College is also limited.

   The reason why Qingyun Academy is more difficult to enter is that the academy has a long history, and the reputation of the academy has always been relatively prosperous, and the second is that there is Mr. Qiu Mu in the academy. Mr. Qiu Mu is very knowledgeable, and many of the students he has taught have gained fame. Therefore, in addition to the wealthy families in the town, even many wealthy families in Kyoto want to send their children to Qingyun Academy.