Ten minutes later, Hu Zhi was finally able to look up the dictionary skillfully.
Sang Ning raised her index finger and poked the book hard, and said sternly: "You know how to look up the dictionary. Do you have any questions this time?"
Hu Zhi reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Xiao Ning, the problem of not knowing a single character has been solved, but with these words in a row, I have trouble reading."
As she said that, she pointed at two words casually, "Look, like this Heng tune, when I first glanced at it, I thought it was Tiao Heng. Look, my old eyesight is dim, I can't even understand the order of the words.
If you don’t understand, how can you learn?”
Sang Ning closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After suppressing her anger that she wanted to hit someone, she opened her eyes again and said word by word: "This is called cooking!"
[What the hell, Hu Zhi perfectly interprets how many outrageous and slightly reasonable excuses a scumbag can make up when he doesn’t want to study.]
[Sister Sang’s temper suddenly got so good that it made me feel bad. If Hu Zhi hadn’t been her mother, I’d probably have had this beating today.]
Sang Ning forcibly grabbed Hu Zhi's finger and placed it on the book: "From now on, every time you point to a word, you will read a word loudly to me. If you pronounce any word wrong, you will copy the word for me.
A thousand times. I want to see if your dyslexia is really that serious?"
Sang Ning grabbed Hu Zhi's finger and pointed at it word by word from left to right. Seeing that Hu Zhi was silent, she clenched her molars and growled: "Read it, you should read it for me!"
[Sang Chuan: Copy it a thousand times, I know this question.]
[Sang Ning: The way to treat bad academics is so simple, crude and repetitive torture.]
Sang Ning's momentum was so frightening that Hu Zhi was almost frightened to tears. She didn't expect that she was already old and still had to live in the shadow of her teacher.
Hu Zhi started to stumble over words, and when he encountered a word he didn't recognize, he turned around and stared at Sang Ning in confusion and innocence.
I thought that being pitiful would get my daughter some sympathy, but what she got in exchange was a yell: "Look at what I'm doing, am I a dictionary? I just taught you to look up a dictionary, was your memory eaten by a dog?"
?"
Hu Zhi didn't dare to say a word, curled her lips, lowered her head silently, and obediently picked up the dictionary and read it.
[u1s1, Sang Ning is almost replicating the way I looked when I was tutoring my son in his studies. When I am not tutoring, I am still the gentle and smiling mother. When I am tutoring, damn, who is the old monster with a ferocious face in front of the desk?
Who?]
[But you are tutoring your son in his studies, while Sang Ning is tutoring her mother in her studies.]
[I can only say thank you to Sang Ning for her hard work. She is obviously a daughter and a sister, but she became the mother of three people at once!]
[Ms. Sang, who did not want to be named, said: There is no one in the Sang family who is not crazy. They are just holding on.]
Sang Ning sat aside, crossing her arms and staring coldly at Hu Zhi.
Under the high-pressure gaze, Hu Zhi kept crying in her heart, but did not dare to stop moving her hands and mouth.
Sang Ning asked her to read the words aloud and to look them up in the dictionary when she encountered words she didn’t know.
Half an hour later, Hu Zhi finally finished reading the first page with difficulty and turned to the second page.
Miraculously, after turning to the second page, she felt like she had opened up the Ren and Du channels.
As I chanted, the voice on my lips gradually became quieter, and then my eyes seemed to be washed away, and I could read the words in order no longer.
At this time, she slowly picked up the pen. When she encountered a word she didn't know, she didn't just look it up in the dictionary like before. Instead, she carefully marked the pinyin on the word.
Sang Ning saw the changes in Hu Zhi's eyes. Seeing that she was finally starting to lose her mind, she quietly stood up from the chair and left.
Studying is a boring thing, and Hu Zhi's appearance of starting to study seriously may only be a three-minute enthusiasm.
Don't disturb Hu Zhi while she still has enthusiasm. When her enthusiasm dissipates, use violence to inject enthusiasm into her.
**
A person will never fall twice in the same place, but an alcoholic can get drunk countless times in countless places.
Sang Youming no longer knows how many times he has been drunk, but he knows that this is definitely the scariest time since he woke up drunk.
He squinted his eyes and slowly got up from the bed. His head felt as if someone had punched him wildly with a fist. He was so dizzy that he felt like vomiting.
Sang Youming tilted his head, clutching his chest and about to vomit.
But he retched with his eyes closed for a long time but couldn't spit it out. He weakly leaned back on the bed and put his hand on his stomach to massage it gently in circles.
"Dad, you've been sleeping all day and you should be hungry. Why don't you drink some porridge to nourish your stomach first?"
A gentle female voice sounded in his ears. Sang Youming felt that his head was no longer dizzy and his stomach was no longer uncomfortable. He suddenly opened his eyes.
After seeing Sang Ning holding a bowl of porridge in her hand and staring at him with a smile, she subconsciously shrank towards the head of the bed.
"Drink, Dad, why don't you drink it? My mother cooked the millet porridge for you to nourish your stomach!"
Sang Ning scooped up a full spoonful of porridge and handed it to Sang Youming's mouth. The corners of her lips were curved, like a well-behaved and sensible daughter.
Sang Youming's heart trembled inexplicably. He pursed his lips and stretched out his hands to take the porridge from Sang Ning.
"It's better for dad to do it himself. My daughter, it's not my fault. You should be more cruel to me. I'm really not used to it. It feels like you're giving me a meal."
He raised his eyelids and glanced at Sang Ning secretly several times. After noticing that the smile on her face had not disappeared, he dared to take a big gulp of the porridge from the bowl.
While eating porridge, his eyes glanced around the room. He didn't see the camera, and he completely relaxed.
Slowly removing the bowl, she bared her eight big teeth at Sang Ning: "You have to be a daughter, I know you feel sorry for your father."
Sang Ning didn't mention his drinking, and Sang Youming didn't mention it either, and was prepared to just get over it.
"It's only natural that a daughter cares about her father. You should finish the porridge quickly. It won't taste good when it's cold." Sang Ning put her hands against the bowl and put it towards Sang Youming's mouth.
This time, Sang Youming raised his head directly and poured the porridge into his mouth like drinking water.
She even secretly rejoiced in her heart. Did his daughter find that she couldn’t control him, had completely given up on the idea of letting him quit drinking, and was ready to start providing him with health care after he was drunk?
It seems that if you refuse to repent, you can get your daughter’s unconditional compromise!
Thinking like this, Sang Youming became a little bolder. After finishing the porridge, he handed the bowl to Sang Ning and said cheekily: "Daughter, I've finished drinking, can you give me another bowl?"
"No problem." Sang Ning pretended to be relaxed and took the empty bowl from Sang Youming.
However, she did not get up. Instead, she placed the bowl on the bedside table and bent down towards the bottom of the bed.
Sang Youming touched the back of his head and asked puzzledly: "Daughter, what are you doing?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Ning straightened up suddenly, with a jar of wine in her hand. The gentle smile on her face disappeared, and her voice could not be colder: "You haven't had enough yet? I'll give you a refill. ."
Sang Youming: "..."
Who wants to refill his drink? He obviously wants to refill his porridge!