Chapter 118: Sis, You’re Really Putting on a Show

The four children, each with a small satchel slung over their shoulders, walked out and immediately saw their father chatting with the schoolteacher.

They had arrived at just the right time.

The teacher was in the middle of giving Bai Tian a summary of their performance that day.

“Yunqi tends to get distracted. He seems to look down on studying a bit, but if you remind him, he’ll behave and study properly. He doesn’t talk back, just zones out.”

Bai Yunqi: 【Hey! You really nailed it. Not talking back to teachers is a virtue in the sect, after all.】

“Yunxing is quite diligent. His handwriting is better than most children his age.”

Bai Yunxing: 【Huh? Xiao Shisan’s handwriting is actually considered good?】

“Yun’an has a serious attitude toward learning. His writing is clean and neat.”

Bai Yun’an: 【I suspect this teacher is just handing out compliments at random.】

“Juanjuan has an excellent memory and a good attitude. She may be young, but she’s very bright.”

Of course Juanjuan loved hearing the teacher praise her.

As Bai Tian listened, the tension in his heart finally eased.

“It’s all thanks to your good teaching, sir. We’ll be counting on you from now on. Here, these are Sweet Potatoes we dug up ourselves. Please take them and give them a try.”

As he spoke, Bai Tian handed over a cloth bundle, not very large.

“You can steam, boil, or roast them. They’re soft, sweet, and delicious.”

“Thank you very much, then.”

The teacher accepted the Sweet Potatoes with a smile.

Bai Tian: 【Sure enough, gift-giving has existed since ancient times—even in a fictional world like this.】

【The tuition isn’t high, but treating the teacher and buying ink, brushes, and paper still adds up.】

【But that’s fine. Jiang Dai and I—who do you think we are? Kids, just focus on school. Don’t even think about skipping! Heh heh heh…】

Juanjuan, who just moments ago had been feeling sorry for how hard her parents worked to earn money, couldn’t help but shiver when she heard her father’s eerie “heh heh” laugh.

She looked up at him, wide-eyed. It was the first time she’d ever heard someone laugh like that.

In high spirits, Bai Tian waved a big hand and said to the four little ones, “Let’s go! We’re getting wontons!”

As expected, the moment he mentioned wontons, all four kids lit up with excitement.

When they arrived at the wonton stall, it wasn’t long before the vendor brought over four and a half bowls of wontons.

The half bowl was for Juanjuan—too much and she wouldn’t be able to finish.

“Where’s Mom?”

As a certified mama’s girl, Juanjuan asked her father, “Why didn’t Mom come? Are we bringing some wontons back for her?”

“Your mom went to the Liang residence. She’s staying for dinner tonight. She’s probably eating even better than we are.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

Once she knew what her mother was up to, Juanjuan relaxed and focused on eating.

After the kids had finished their meal, Bai Tian asked, “Do you want to go out and play tonight?”

Juanjuan, full and sluggish, replied, “I want to sleep…”

Studying had made her sleepy.

Bai Tian couldn’t help but laugh. He reached out and pinched his little girl’s soft cheek. “Now you know why Da Chui doesn’t like studying, huh? It really does make you sleepy.”

Juanjuan nodded, let out a yawn, and even teared up a bit.

Good thing Brother Dachui hadn’t come along. If he had, he’d probably have fallen asleep on the spot.

“And what about you three?”

Bai Tian looked at his three sons, waiting for their answers.

Bai Yunxing: “Not going.”

Bai Yun’an: “Let’s go home.”

The eldest, Bai Yunqi, had really wanted to go out, but he was just a beat too slow: “???”

These two really were twins—such perfect timing.

In an instant, the whole family turned to look at Bai Yunqi.

Bai Yunqi: “Maybe… let’s go home?”

“Alright then! Home it is!”

Bai Tian scooped up little Juanjuan, who was just over four years old, with one arm and slung the kids’ satchels over his other shoulder.

Luckily, most of the heavy stuff they’d been carrying earlier had been left at the school.

By the time Jiang Dai returned home, Bai Tian had already gotten the kids washed up and tucked into bed.

He opened the door to let her in, then closed it behind her and asked, “So? How did it go?”

Jiang Dai sighed and rubbed her temples, looking troubled.

“It’s fine. If the manuscript didn’t pass, it’s not the end of the world—”

Bai Tian tried to comfort her, but before he could finish, his fellow hometown companion cut him off.

“I’m just too talented! How did I never realize I had a knack for storytelling and writing novels?!”

Jiang Dai looked up at the ceiling and sighed dramatically several times. Then she turned to Bai Tian, spread her hands, and said helplessly, “It’s fine. From now on, this big sister will support you all!”

Bai Tian: …

Sis, you’re really putting on a show, you know that?

But still, it’s not bad. At least she passed, and judging by her mood, it went really well!