Chapter 85 Relatives are used to show off

Chapter 85 Relatives are used to show off

Jiang Meihua smiled and nodded, "She did get admitted to A City No. 1 Middle School. I've seen the admission letter."

The girl in the navy uniform curled her lips and said, "Isn't she the last one to pass the exam? Anyway, I'm ranked ninth in the town, so I must have done better than your sister. By the way, what's her ranking in the town?"

"She is ranked eighth," said Jiang Meihua.

The girl in navy uniform was stunned, "..."

Sitting there, silent, not talking, not laughing, with an awkward expression.

"By the way, there are nine students in our town who have been admitted to No. 1 Middle School in City A. Who is the tenth?" Tai Wenguang looked at everyone and asked.

"I don't know. I heard that he was a child from some village or middle school." said Tai's father.

Mother Tai placed the cut watermelon on the coffee table and glanced at Tai Wenguang, "Why don't you comfort Weiwei?"

"If you are not as good as others, then you are not as good as others. You coaxed them this time, but what if you can't compare with them next time? Keep coaxing them?" Tai Wenguang not only didn't coax his cousin Chen Wei, but also sarcastically said, "Do better next time. You studied in the town from elementary school to junior high school. How come you scored worse than the students in the village primary school?"

“Wow——” Chen Weiwei covered her face and burst into tears, rushing towards Tai’s mother, “Aunt, wuwuwu, my cousin is making fun of me.”

"Wenguang, why did you make Weiwei cry?" Tai's mother said angrily with a sullen face.

Jiang Meihua quickly stood up and walked over to comfort Chen Weiwei, "Weiwei, right? Don't be sad. It doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the exam once. You will definitely do well next time. My sister has always had poor grades since she was a child. She was just lucky this time. She might find that she can't learn at all after entering high school and will be kicked out of school."

"Really, Weiwei, you've had good grades since you were young, you just didn't perform well this time. Besides, you were admitted to the No. 1 Middle School in A City. When you reach high school, you will perform steadily and be as outstanding as before." Tai's mother patted Chen Weiwei's shoulder and comforted her.

Tai Wenguang's sister and brother-in-law also came to comfort Chen Weiwei.

It took everyone a long time to coax Chen Weiwei into calmness.

"Okay, okay, everyone wash your hands and eat watermelon." Tai's mother glanced at Jiang Meihua indifferently and waved to everyone.

Jiang Meihua washed her hands and took the watermelon to share with everyone.

"No need, I'll do it myself." Tai Wenzhen waved her hand and did not take the piece that Jiang Meihua brought her, but took another one.

Jiang Meihua looked embarrassed and had to give up taking it.

After everyone sat down, Tai Wenguang introduced everyone to Jiang Meihua, "This is my sister Tai Wenzhen. She works in a school in another city and just came back yesterday. This is her husband Wen Pengyi, and these are their children Wen Yue and Wen Xiu. This is my uncle's daughter Chen Weiwei."

Jiang Meihua greeted everyone, and took Jiang Xiaoxiao in her arms and said to everyone, "This is my eldest brother's daughter, Jiang Xiaoxiao."

"Your name is Xiaoxiao? You're so small." Five-year-old boy Wen Yue pointed at Jiang Xiaoxiao and clapped his hands and laughed.

Jiang Xiaoxiao said with a serious face: Kid, will you be quite big when you are one and a half years old?
"How old is she?" Tai Wenzhen pointed at Jiang Xiaoxiao, "She looks about the same age as my daughter."

"She was born on March 17th and is now months old," said Jiang Meihua.

Tai Wenzhen smiled and said, "My daughter is sixteen months old, one month younger than her. She can sing nursery rhymes. By the way, how many sentences can your niece say? What songs can she sing?"

This question stumped Jiang Meihua.

Because, up to now, Jiang Xiaoxiao still can't speak, and the most she says are single words and a small number of complex words.

As for nursery rhymes, Jiang Xiaoxiao doesn't know a single one.

"She...she doesn't say much, and I don't know if she can sing." Jiang Meihua said embarrassedly.

"You're over one year old, and you can't even sing? Our Xiuxiu can sing. Come, Xiuxiu, let's sing "I Have a Pair of Little Hands." Tai's mother pulled her daughter's little hand, danced her hands first, and sang the beginning of the song.

Wen Xiu, who was just over one year old, immediately followed suit, waving her two chubby hands and sang, "I have a pair of small hands, one to the left and one to the right..."

When Wen Xiu had sung halfway, Tai's mother asked Jiang Xiaoxiao with a smile, "Can you sing this song?" "Mom, Meihua just said she can't sing." Tai Wenzhen said, her eyes full of contempt for Jiang Meihua and Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Xiaoxiao had a wooden face and sneered in her heart. It was such a childish song, she didn't want to sing it.

She also understood why this family had to bring her here. Tai Wenguang was honest and couldn't understand why his mother and sister brought her here, but she saw through it.

This was because they knew she couldn't speak yet, so they brought her here on purpose to mock her.

No, it's a mockery that Jiang Meihua has a stupid niece who is over one year old and can't speak or sing!

Relatives can be used to show off, or they can be used to belittle and show one's superiority.

She had to find a way to fight back.

At this time, she found a children's song book in front of Wen Xiu, and the page on it was the song "I Have a Pair of Little Hands" sung by Wen Xiu.

"Hmm——" Jiang Xiaoxiao pointed to a place and took a picture of the album.

Seeing no one reacting, she took another photo.

"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong?" Jiang Meihua pulled her little hand back and asked puzzledly.

But Jiang Xiaoxiao was persistent and pressed her finger on one spot again.

Jiang Meihua tilted her head, glanced at Wen Xiu who was singing, and blinked. So this is what her little niece meant.

She said that her little niece was a very smart child, but she was just slow in speaking.

"Xiaoxiao said that Wenxiu sang this place wrong. Wenxiu has been singing the right hand, but here it is the left hand." Jiang Meihua pointed to the place pointed out by Jiang Xiaoxiao and said with an embarrassed smile.

Tai Wenguang glanced at Wen Xiu, then at the place where Jiang Xiaoxiao pointed, and suddenly realized what was happening. He also laughed, "Wen Xiu, you sang it wrong."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Xiaoxiao, at such a young age, could actually recognize words." Father Tai laughed in surprise.

"No, no, is that true? What words does she know?" The little boy Wen Yue also squeezed his head over to see.

He is in kindergarten now and can recognize quite a few words.

When he found out that his sister had indeed sung wrong, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Wen Xiu sang wrong, hahaha, she made a lot of mistakes. She couldn't tell the left from the right, or a pair from a single. She was singing nonsense."

This time, it was Tai Wenzhen who looked embarrassed.

She was so angry that she hugged her daughter and said, "Xiu'er, stop singing. Your throat hurts if you sing too much."

But how could Wen Xiu, who was only one year old, understand her feelings?

I am singing happily.

"I have three little hands, one on the right and one on the left, little hands, little hands..."

Well, two sang together and it became three.

Tai Wenzhen became even angrier.

Fortunately, Tai's father and Tai Wenzhen's men Wen Pengyi and Tai Wenguang did not care much about the children's affairs. After eating the watermelon, they cleaned up the table and took the initiative to take the three children to the yard to play.

Tai's mother had a cold face and went into the kitchen to cook.

Jiang Meihua took the initiative to go over and help.

Tai Wenzhen sat bored on the sofa, flipping through her daughter's singing book, muttering to herself, how could such a young girl recognize words?
No, she has to let her daughter learn to recognize it too.