"Dad, can you teach me how to use a knife?" Xiao Yong asked, his eyes sparkling.
In his eyes, his father was the strongest person, able to hit a squirrel from ten meters away with a dagger, and could land a precise strike just by hearing the sound of a snake without seeing it.
The wooden carving he had just completed looked extremely exquisite.
Xu Chengcai looked up to see Xiao Yong put down the dictionary after reading a few pages and said, "What did I just say? You need to read three pages before you can rest."
This dictionary was the only book Xu Chengcai had given Xiao Yong to carry.
This dictionary had pinyin, annotations, and sentences for every word, and even included some small stories.
It was very comprehensive.
When Xiao Yong heard his father urging him again to read the dictionary, he couldn't help but say, "Dad, is it still useful to recognize words now? There's no need to take exams anymore."
