"Then do you know what two plus two equals?" he asked.
Two-and-a-half years old Little Red Bean only knew "one plus one equals two" because big brother Jon had memorized it in America, so she could answer it. As for "what does two plus two equal to?", she looked at Little Rice Cake blankly and shook her head.
Little Rice Cake, who wanted to play with Little Red Bean, bit his lips and said, "You don't know? It's okay, I'll teach you. "
"Two plus two equals four." As Little Rice Cake spoke, he stretched out his hand and counted four fingers, emphasizing, "Four."
Little Red Bean stared at the four fingers that Little Rice Cake had straightened, repeating, "Four."
Little Red Bean continued to teach her. "Four plus four equals eight."
Then, he counted four of Little Red Bean's fingers.
Little Red Bean nodded, agreeing, "Eight."
Little Rice Cake replied, "Eight plus eight equals..."
Little Red Bean's ten fingers weren't enough, so Little Rice Cake decided to spread his fingers as well, counting to six. "Sixteen."
Little Red Bean stared at her ten fingers and his six fingers. Unfortunately, she could only count to ten, so she started to stutter, "Ten, ten, ten". Little Rice Cake hurriedly led her to count, "Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen".
After teaching Little Red Bean 'eight plus eight', Little Rice Cake said, "Sixteen plus sixteen..."
He had never learned how to add and subtract two digits... Little Rice Cake couldn't answer.
Little Red Bean looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.
Little Rice Cake's face turned red, and he stuttered for a while. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head, and he said excitedly, "Sixteen plus sixteen equals two sixes."
Qiao Anhao thought that Little Rice Cake would be crying the next day since it was his first time going to kindergarten. However, to her surprise, at five in the morning, Little Rice Cake started knocking on their bedroom door, urging them to hurry up and wash up to send him to kindergarten.
What was even more amazing was that Little Rice Cake, who had never liked eating apples and had to be coaxed every time, actually took the initiative to ask to wash an apple for him to bring to kindergarten.
Xu Jiamu had a lunch meeting, and after lunch, Mr. Zhang suggested that they go to Golden Lounge to play cards.
At first, Xu Jiamu didn't want to go, but when he walked out of the restaurant, he saw the gray sky. It looked like it was going to rain soon, and for some reason, his mood became a little gloomy. Thinking that there was nothing to do at the company, he changed his mind and followed everyone to the Golden Lounge.
Everyone played enthusiastically, and the atmosphere in the room was lively.
Xu Jiamu's luck was pretty good, and he won three to four rounds in a row. His expression was calm throughout, and at first glance, he looked like he was smiling gently.
Sitting in front of him was a middle-aged man with the surname Luo. He was in the cosmetics business, and because he had hired A-list female celebrities to be his spokesperson, his brand was well known. Xu Jiamu even owned thirty percent of the shares.
When Mr. Zhang touched the cards, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said, "Mr. Luo, are you planning to change your spokesperson this year?"
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