Rongrong was encouraged and spread her small hand. Bai Ruozhu instructed her for a moment, Rongrong listened attentively, her face glowing, and promised to practice writing diligently.
In fact, Bai Ruozhu was quite envious of Rongrong. When she was a child, she didn't have paper and pen for practicing calligraphy. She had to practice with her fingers dipped in water on the table.
Bai Ruozhu noticed some characters on the paper that were not Rongrong's. These characters, though not spectacularly beautiful, were very tidy and neat, indicating they could only have been written by a woman.
"Is it your mother who is teaching you to write?" Bai Ruozhu asked.
Rongrong nodded, looking at Bai Ruozhu with admiration and excitement in her eyes, "Yeah, sister Bai, how did you know? You're incredible."
Bai Ruozhu pointed at those characters, Rongrong understood and said with a smile, "My mother says her handwriting isn't good, she told me to practice diligently and have a good handwriting."