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After arriving home, Zhang Xiaoxiao immediately commanded, "Da Fu Da Gui, sit!"
"Woof woof..." Da Fu Da Gui responded.
Then, Da Fu Da Gui obediently squatted on the ground, panting with its tongue out, looking foolishly at Zhang Xiaoxiao and Zhao Guangcai.
Meanwhile, the other three dogs—Jau Cai Jin Bao and Gou Sheng—were tugging at Zhao Guangcai's pants, getting him all muddy.
"Looks like I have to change clothes again," Zhang Xiaoxiao said helplessly.
"Yeah," Zhao Guangcai nodded.
"I enjoy reading ghost stories like Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," Zhang Xiaoxiao emphasized.
"Okay, I got it," Zhao Guangcai replied dismissively.
"You asked what type of books I like; I was just saying something random," Zhang Xiaoxiao retorted stubbornly.
"..." Zhao Guangcai was speechless.
"Let's go inside," Zhang Xiaoxiao changed the subject.
"Mm," Zhao Guangcai agreed.
Then, the two of them went inside to change clothes.
In the yard, Da Fu Da Gui, Jau Cai Jin Bao, and Gou Sheng continued to play, seemingly unaware of fatigue.
As soon as Zhang Xiaoxiao walked into the yard and headed for the kitchen, Da Fu and Da Gui grabbed her pant legs, wanting her to play with them.
"Da Fu Da Gui, let go!" Zhang Xiaoxiao said sternly.
"Woo woo woo..." Da Fu Da Gui whined pitifully.
"If you don't behave, you won't get dinner tonight!" Zhang Xiaoxiao threatened.
"Woo woo woo..." Da Fu Da Gui continued to whine.
"Zhang Xiaoxiao, why are you being so harsh on the dogs?" Zhao Guangcai frowned.
"I..." Zhang Xiaoxiao wanted to argue back but didn't know what to say.
"Dogs, if you keep biting people, watch out or I'll give you a beating," Zhao Guangcai said "kindly."
"Woo woo woo..." Da Fu Da Gui immediately let go of Zhang Xiaoxiao's pant leg and looked at Zhao Guangcai with a pitiful expression.
"Good boy," Zhao Guangcai said, patting Da Fu Da Gui's head with satisfaction.
"..." Zhang Xiaoxiao was speechless.
"Let's go inside," Zhao Guangcai said to Zhang Xiaoxiao.
"Okay," Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
Then, the two of them went into the house.
"Zhao Guangcai, I just petted the dog, and my hands are a bit dirty, so don't touch me," Zhang Xiaoxiao hesitated to say.
"It's fine; we're going to wash our hands and cook later anyway," Zhao Guangcai said nonchalantly.
"That's true," Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
"So you don't need to be so cautious," Zhao Guangcai continued.
"Mm," Zhang Xiaoxiao said with a strange expression.
"I'm going to make dinner," Zhao Guangcai announced.
"Alright," Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
Then, Zhao Guangcai went to the kitchen to cook.
Zhang Xiaoxiao sat in the yard, using the fading light to flip through a few books that Shih Sheng had given her.
"Sister Xiaoxiao, what are you reading?" Suddenly, Xiao Liang ran over and asked.
"Xiao Liang, I'm reading 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio,'" Zhang Xiaoxiao answered.
"Oh," Xiao Liang said, somewhat understanding but not quite.
"Do you want to read it?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Can I?" Xiao Liang replied excitedly.
"Of course you can," Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
"Thank you, Sister Xiaoxiao," Xiao Liang expressed his gratitude.
"You're welcome; come sit next to me," Zhang Xiaoxiao said.
"Mm," Xiao Liang responded.
Then, Xiao Liang sat beside Zhang Xiaoxiao, looking at the book in her hands. Although he didn't recognize many of the characters, he still paid close attention.
"This book is called 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio,' and it tells stories about ghosts and monsters," Zhang Xiaoxiao explained.
"What are ghost stories?" Xiao Liang asked curiously.
"They are stories about monsters and ghosts," Zhang Xiaoxiao clarified.
"Oh," Xiao Liang said, understanding.
"Look at this illustration; this one is a fox..." Zhang Xiaoxiao began to narrate the stories in the book.
Xiao Liang listened intently. Although he didn't understand what 'Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou' meant, he still found the story very interesting.
"Xiao Liang, let me give you a simple math problem," Zhang Xiaoxiao suddenly suggested.
"What is math?" Xiao Liang asked, puzzled.
"It's counting," Zhang Xiaoxiao explained.
"Oh," Xiao Liang replied, somewhat understanding.
"For example, we have five dogs at home. If we feed them bones, how many bones should we give them?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked.
"Five dogs, so we should feed them five bones," Xiao Liang answered.
"That's right! Xiao Liang is really smart," Zhang Xiaoxiao praised him.
"Hehe..." Xiao Liang said shyly.
"Now, if each dog eats two bones, how many bones do they eat in total?" Zhang Xiaoxiao continued to ask.
"Five dogs, and each dog eats two bones, so..." Xiao Liang started counting on his fingers.
"Ten bones," Zhang Xiaoxiao revealed the answer.
"Correct!" Xiao Liang exclaimed excitedly.
"Xiao Liang is great," Zhang Xiaoxiao complimented him.
"Hehe..." Xiao Liang continued to feel shy.
"Here, I'll give you some paper and a pen; you can write it down," Zhang Xiaoxiao encouraged him.
"Okay," Xiao Liang replied.
Then, Zhang Xiaoxiao took out paper and a pen and taught Xiao Liang how to write numbers.
Xiao Liang learns quickly and soon can write numbers.
"Xiao Liang writes really well," Zhang Xiaoxiao praised.
"It's because my sister teaches well," Xiao Liang replied obediently.
"Our Xiao Liang is really good at speaking," Zhang Xiaoxiao said with a smile.
"Sister, I want to learn more," Xiao Liang said eagerly.
"Okay, I'll continue teaching you tomorrow," Zhang Xiaoxiao promised.
"Mm." Xiao Liang responded happily.
"Zhang Xiaoxiao, it's time to eat," Zhao Guangcai called out after preparing the meal.
"Okay, I'll be right there," Zhang Xiaoxiao replied.
"Xiao Liang, let's go eat first," Zhang Xiaoxiao said to Xiao Liang.
"Mm." Xiao Liang responded.
Then, the three of them went to eat together.
At the dining table, Zhao Guangcai suddenly brought up the topic of Zhang Xiaoxiao teaching Xiao Liang.
"Does Xiao Liang like math?" Zhao Guangcai asked.
"He doesn't like it," Zhang Xiaoxiao shook her head.
"What have you taught him then?" Zhao Guangcai asked curiously.
"I just taught him how to write numbers," Zhang Xiaoxiao answered.
"Is he still not interested?" Zhao Guangcai inquired.
"Mm." Zhang Xiaoxiao nodded.
"It seems he prefers literature-related things more," Zhao Guangcai said.
"Really?" Zhang Xiaoxiao asked in surprise.
"He often runs over to the school in the neighboring village to attend classes and comes back reciting poetry for me," Zhao Guangcai explained.
"I see," Zhang Xiaoxiao said thoughtfully.
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