Xiaowen asked, "Little Yibo, who taught you all this?"
"Um..." Shen Yibo glanced at Han Jiangxue, then happily said, "It was my mom, am I awesome or what? She only taught me a few times and I've got it."
Han Jiangxue: ...
Xiaowen: ...
Indeed, he's quite amazing, the way he recited that poem made everyone forget the original.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud, this little guy was really too naïve and adorable.
Xiaowen continued, laughing as she asked, "Besides that poem, do you know anything else? Poems or songs, either is fine."
She wasn't trying to embarrass Little Yibo, she simply found the child amusing, and since he hadn't gotten the poem right just now, she wanted to give him another chance to show off his skills.
Two performances, and he would still get two breakfast items afterwards.
Shen Yibo's bright black eyes sparkled as he glanced at the breakfast laid out on the table, thinking of how Sister Yi Yi had just sung a song...