And Mu Lianfeng was willing to teach him.
Zhao Yuner had an indescribable feeling in her heart. She felt more and more that Mu Lianfeng played another indispensable role in front of Doudou.
After all, the child still needs a father, so that he can have a complete family.
"Then what words did your Uncle Feng teach you?"
"Mom, Uncle Feng taught Doudou how to write his own name." Speaking of this, Doudou was a little excited and showed off to Zhao Yun'er.
"Can Doudou know how to write?"
Doudou nodded heavily, then walked to Zhao Yun'er, took Zhao Yun'er's hand and said, "Mother, come here, Doudou will write to you."
"good."
Zhao Yuner had a slight smile on her lips. Watching Doudou dip his little finger into the water in the cup, and then write Zhao Doudou on the table.
Although the handwriting written by Doudou is not very beautiful, it is neat and legible, which is still good.
After all, Doudou is a three-year-old child.
In the 21st century, most people probably play with toys at home, but only a few have begun to learn to read.
Mu Lianfeng probably came up with this method of writing with water on the table. They didn't have paper and pen at home, so they had to make do.
When I wrote on the table with water on it, the water did not dry out so quickly, but I could still see the words clearly.
This way of writing is practical and saves money.
In this era, the price of paper is still relatively expensive, and it is difficult for ordinary people to afford it.
Therefore, scholars in this era spend a lot of money on pens, ink, paper and inkstones, in addition to tuition fees.
"Mom, did you see it? How did Doudou write?"
Zhao Yun'er nodded and praised, "Doudou is awesome."
Doudou smiled shyly and said to Mu Lianfeng, "Uncle Feng, do you think what Doudou wrote is correct?"
"Yes, Doudou is very smart." Mu Lianfeng touched Doudou's head and praised him.
There was more smile on Doudou's face.
Looking at the smile on Doudou's face, Zhao Yuner fell into deep thought.
Zhao Yuner found that Doudou was very happy when she was with Mu Lianfeng. This kind of happiness is different from when I am with her.
Maybe it's Doudou's special feelings for Mu Lianfeng. No wonder Doudou chose Mu Lianfeng as his father.
"Uncle Feng, can you teach Doudou how to read again?" Doudou asked in a soft and waxy voice.
Mu Lianfeng looked at Zhao Yun'er, as if asking for Zhao Yun'er's consent.
"Doudou, you won't become fat after one bite. Your Uncle Feng taught you how to write your name today. That's enough. You can go back and practice on your own. Let your Uncle Feng teach you tomorrow? Mom will buy you some books, paper and pen tomorrow. what do you think?"
Zhao Yun'er was afraid that Doudou would delay Mu Lianfeng's rest.
It's getting dark and it's time to sleep.
And learning this kind of thing takes time and effort. Doudou is so motivated at the beginning. If he exerts too much effort, he will probably lose interest later on.
Doudou thought for a moment and nodded obediently. "Okay, mother, let Uncle Feng teach Doudou tomorrow."
"Good boy, Doudou." Zhao Yun'er smiled slightly.
"Mom, Doudou, do you want to take a bath tonight? My body is a little itchy."
"Of course, you can wait for me, and I'll boil water for you."
"good."
Doudou smiled sweetly.
By the time Zhao Yun'er boiled the water and entered the house again, Doudou and Mu Lianfeng had climbed onto the bed.