Qi Hailian is not as rigid as the teachers in academies or schools and requires the three little ones to show their skills.
He led them to play in the garden, occasionally asking questions that seemed ordinary but actually contained profound truths, and analyzed their personalities and talents from their answers.
After they had a general understanding, he took them to Mo Jingyu's study, gave them paper and pen, and let them play as they pleased.
After half an hour, the four of them returned to the front hall again.
Chu Qingwan immediately stood up from his chair and nervously waited for the results.
Mo Jingyu glanced at the teacher who was pretending to be serious but couldn't hide the joy on his brows, and he already had the answer in his heart.
Seeing that he was still silent, Mo Jingyu couldn't bear it and said: "Teacher, don't show off."
Qi Hai smiled continuously: "What you said is right. They are much smarter than you. All three of them are rare talents."
Chu Qingwan asked in surprise: "Mr. Qi, are you willing to accept the three of them?"
Qi Hai nodded: "Of course!"
He loves talents the most and is also extremely picky. After Mo Jingyu, he has never found a satisfactory student. Now that three students are coming at a time, he is so happy that he can't open his mouth from ear to ear.
Chu Qingwan was overjoyed: "Thank you sir for your kindness. I will go back home to prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony."
Qi Hai waved his hand: "There is no need to do those vain things, just kowtow and propose a cup of tea."
Chu Qingwan hurriedly asked the three little ones to kowtow, but he had trouble with the names.
Qi Hailian accepted them, so he is technically their teacher, but he is also Mo Jingyu's teacher, so by shouting like this, he is taking advantage of him.
Tuantuan's mind was spinning rapidly and he suggested: "Why don't we call Master?"
Yuanyuan and Tiantian echoed incessantly.
Chu Qingwan asked Qi Hailian for his opinion, and the old man followed them.
The titles were decided, and the three little ones kowtowed and served tea one after another. From then on, they became Qi Hailian's students.
It was already getting late, so Chu Qingwan ordered the kitchen to prepare meals early, and warmly invited Qi Hailian. He originally wanted to say that he could use it at the palace, but he heard his student's natural look on his face: "Go to Taoran residence for dinner."
A question slowly popped up in Qi Hailian's mind.
It was unbelievable that Mo Jingyu would recommend students to him, but now he would go to eat with them. Are his students still the same people as before?
Qi Hailian looked at him worriedly, but Mo Jingyu turned a deaf ear.
Lin Yu explained: "The cooks at Divine Doctor Chu's house are very skilled. The prince has been eating there recently."
Qi Hailian was even more puzzled.
A group of people returned to Tao Ranju, and the old man was in the front hall. Coincidentally, he and Qi Hailian were old acquaintances, and they met for a while and exchanged pleasantries.
Qi Hailian immediately said: "I will come here to teach from now on."
Being able to teach students and meet old friends is the best of both worlds.
The late Chu and Qing Dynasties couldn't get it.
After the meal, the royal guards and Wei Zhan escorted Qi Hailian home, packed up his books and some precious notes, and scheduled formal lectures the day after tomorrow.
Even after the carriage disappeared, Chu Qingwan still felt that it was a bit unreal and kept thanking Mo Jingyu.
The latter pinched his eyebrows and said: "Doctor Chu, you have said this too many times, and your ears are about to get calluses."
Chu Qingwan smiled: "I should thank you."
Yuanyuan took the opportunity to say: "What's the use of just talking? Without practical actions, it's just a hooliganism."
Mo Jingyu thought so too, but he had already set a condition when he wrote the letter.
The three little ones didn't know what was going on and said excitedly: "Mother, you have to show something to show your sincerity."
Chu Qingwan was convinced, thinking about the day he would go to the warehouse to find a good thing, but he heard Yuanyuan ask Mo Jingyu: "Uncle, has anyone embroidered a purse for you?"
Mo Jingyu shook his head: "No."
Many people wanted to embroider it for him, but he never accepted it.
Tiantian understood what her brother meant and continued: "Then mother, please embroider one for uncle!"