Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Qian Yizheng and Qian Yirong were stunned, thinking that what their brother said was a problem.

"Maybe he realizes that he has this ability." Qian Yirong said.

"Anyone who does something like trying to replace others is somewhat self-confident. Even if he doesn't have the ability, he will tell himself in his heart that he can do it."

This is just like a little brother cooking. Even though he can make his father suffer from diarrhea and the medicine is ineffective, he can still be very confident that the food he cooks is delicious.

Fortunately, the little brother has not caused any harm to them recently, otherwise, they would not be able to bear it.

"We can only find out about this matter when dad catches that person." Qian Yizheng also said.

They don't know who that person is and whether he has anything to do with their father. When someone catches him, all the truth will be revealed.

"Nono, eat quickly. After eating, my brother will teach you how to write." He took some vegetables to little Nono.

Qian Yinuo: "!"

He raised his head and looked at his brothers in confusion.

Does it have anything to do with him? He just started the conversation, and it was all the brothers who spoke after that.

Moreover, why are we talking about teaching him to write? He doesn’t like it. What’s so good about writing? He doesn’t like it the most. It doesn’t matter if he can read.

"That's okay, brother Zheng, I'll have to practice hard later." He said with a forced smile.

"Practice is not in a hurry. Homework is also very important and cannot be left behind." Qian Yizheng still smiled, but he did not give his little brother a chance to refuse.

Just kidding, if the little brother refuses, the little brother will definitely take out his small wok again and continue to cook food that can poison people to death.

That would be too much for them to bear, so between them and their little brother, they have to choose the one who can't bear it. It's better for the little brother to suffer first.

What's more, writing a word or memorizing a book won't kill anyone, but the food cooked by the little brother will really kill people. They are still young, and even their father can't eat the food, let alone them?

"Yes, yes, brother Nono, reading is very simple. Brother Lu will teach you later." An Yilu said while picking up food for Nono.

"Brother Nono, eat. After eating, let's study together with brother Nono." An Yizhou and An Yixing were also very discerning in picking up food for their little brother and echoed what their brothers said.

In a word, they must not let their little brother cook. Now that their father is not here, there is no one to stop them from bringing the food to them.

Qian Yinuo: "..."

So, he can’t do it without studying, right?

Neither his father nor mother forced him to study like this. Now that he has met his brothers, he has to get up early every day to study.

Is there anything worse than this?

"Okay, okay, let's study and practice calligraphy."

What could he do? He was in the same camp as his brothers, and his father and mother didn't allow them to go out, so he could only rely on his brothers.

Father, mother, please hurry up and catch and kill everyone who should be caught and killed.

Otherwise, your lovely son will be wasted in books, especially those books, which are like lullabies. The first page has a special attraction for him and can make him sleepy. Lead him out.

Outside the camp, An Zhiyi came to see how the little guys were doing.