"You don't know that your Uncle Fang is happy. You let him cry for a while. It's okay! Fang Hao, come and sit next to your grandfather. Are you sitting with your sister? "

Yao Jingye was also excited.

Why excited?

Everyone knows that although Fang Hao is a genius child, he is introverted, never talks to others, and has almost no communication with others.

After visiting all the hospitals at home, the doctor concluded that the child had autism.

Children with autism are indeed geniuses in one aspect, but such children only live in their own world.

The child has hardly ever communicated with his parents and grandfather since he was seven years old.

Everyone hopes that he can interact with others a little bit.

With the cooperation and efforts of the doctor, parents, grandparents, and everyone, the child never spoke, but today the child spoke for the first time.

No wonder the old man cried like this, even Yao Jingye felt a vague feeling of wanting to cry.

The people of the Fang family have paid too much to this child. If the child can start communicating with his granddaughter, it will be an unimaginable beginning.

Fang Hao looked at Luo Sijin, gritted his teeth and walked over slowly.

Sure enough, he sat on the chair next to Luo Sijin.

When Mr. Fang saw this scene, he was crying loudly.

Zhang Xuemei, Yao Sanmei and Li Li in the kitchen heard the crying and rushed out, thinking that the fight started in the living room.

The main reason is that this sound is too loud and shocking.

"Lao Yao, what's wrong with Lao Fang? Are you two quarreling?"

When Zhang Xuemei asked this, she felt that she was a little idiot. Even if two people quarreled, they wouldn't cry!

Lao Fang has a straightforward and cheerful personality, so how could he cry?

If he was really angry, he would just beat him up. When did he see Lao Fang crying?

Yao Jingye pointed at Fang Hao.

"Fubao, can you talk to your brother for a while?"

Mr. Fang's crying came to an abrupt end.

Everyone was watching Luo Sijin and Fang Hao.

Luo Sijin looked helpless, and the feeling of being watched was really uncomfortable.

OK, okay, for the sake of Mr. Fang’s death, I will tease this little brat myself.

"Brother Fang Hao, can you recite poems?"

Fang Hao nodded.

"If someone asks you, you should answer politely or not."

Luo Sijin felt that Fang Hao had not answered just now, and Mr. Fang looked disappointed. It seemed that everyone was looking forward to Fang Hao speaking.

Could it be that this child is a mute?

How could it be a mute if you almost give yourself a big mouth?

The two of them just finished their conversations just now.

When Li Li heard this, her face changed drastically. This was a pain point that Mr. Fang and everyone knew. Everyone pretended not to know about Fang Hao's problems.

Now this little girl doesn't know anything about it, and she actually says such words.

If you offend Mr. Fang, what can you do?

Just as I was about to speak, my mother-in-law beside me glared at me.

"Shut up!"

The voice is low, but it is absolutely authoritative.

Fang Hao thought about it seriously, "Yes!"

Luo Sijin could hear everyone's relief.

"Brother Fang Hao, what poems do you know? I want to learn to memorize poetry from you."

Fang Hao raised his head seriously, staring at the little girl in front of him with clear black and white eyes.

Seeing the little girl's smile on her face and the dimples on the corner of her mouth.

"Geese, goose, sing to the sky with its neck!"

Luo Sijin almost couldn't help but rolled her eyes again.

Can you choose a slightly more mature poem? It's really a joke.

"Geese, goose, singing towards the sky, white hair floats in the green water, red palms push clear waves. I know this poem by brother!"

In order to prevent the little boy in front of him from continuing to recite the poem, Luo Sijin ended it neatly.

Fang Hao was obviously a little at a loss.

I don't know how to deal with the scene in front of me.

Mr. Fang was so happy that he didn't know what to do. His grandson not only answered actively, but also had questions and answers, and his communication with others was simply unimpeded.

The problem is that no one can handle the conversation.

"Mom, are the dried fried mushrooms ready? I'm hungry."

Luo Sijin turned his head and saw his mother standing there, holding a plate in her hand, with dried fried mushrooms on it.

That was her favorite thing to eat. There was no way. Although she knew this kind of junk food, she asked a few young people who didn’t like fried chicken or fried food.

Luo Sijin's foodie attributes came up immediately, but now she couldn't take care of the little boy beside her.

Yao Sanmei hurriedly brought the plate up and placed it on the table in front of her daughter, pushing it in, for fear that her daughter would eat alone and would be laughed at by others at that time, after all, there are strangers sitting on the table now.

Luo Sijin took the chopsticks and picked up a dried fried mushroom and handed it to Fang Hao's bowl.

"Brother Hao, this is delicious. This is my favorite dried fried mushrooms. My grandma is reluctant to make this for me with oil. Every time I beg her for a long time, I will only make it for me once a year during the Chinese New Year."

Mr. Fang was so anxious that he scratched his head. His grandson knew that if he usually had something to eat in his bowl, he would throw the things out immediately, and maybe even the bowl would fall.

However, I didn't expect that Fang Hao would pick up the chopsticks obediently, pick up dried fried mushrooms from the bowl, put them in his mouth and bit them for a few bites. His eyes lit up and he nodded at Luo Sijin.

"tasty!"

Luo Sijin smiled heartlessly.

"It's delicious! I tell you, my mother can make a lot of delicious things, all of which are very delicious."

Definitely a madman!

Yao Sanmei smiled and looked at her daughter.

It's not in vain to raise this child.

Luo Sijin picked up the chopsticks and picked up a dried fried mushroom for grandpa's bowl, and also picked up a dried fried mushroom for grandpa's bowl.

"Grandma, you can try the dried fried mushrooms made by my mother, which are very delicious."

Yao Jingye couldn't help but smile. His granddaughter clamped it. Such a young child actually knew how to take care of others.

From this point of view, my heart is warm. Why is this little girl so lovely?

I picked up the chopsticks, picked up the dried fried mushrooms and put them in my mouth while eating, and nodding and complimenting.

"San sister, your little girl is really not exaggerating. Your cooking skills are much better than your mother. You are almost as good as the chef of our State Banquet Hotel. Your dad has benefited from it today with the little girl."

Yao Sanmei slowly sat next to her husband, and there was a little boy next to her, too far away from her daughter.

"Dad, don't praise me. Where can I get the most out of my country skills? That is, you are my parents and don't dislike me."

As soon as he finished speaking, no one expected that an emergency would happen. Fang Hao, who was sitting there, suddenly jumped off the stool.

Everyone could not help but put down their chopsticks as he moved.

I only saw the child picking up a dried fried mushroom with chopsticks and running to Mr. Fang.

Put the dried fried mushrooms on the chopsticks in Mr. Fang’s bowl.

"Eat! Delicious!"
Chapter completed!