The aunt sighed as she spoke.

The child is so pitiful!

The villagers all spoke dialects. Fortunately, Ye Jiaqi grew up in Rongcheng and could understand them all, so there were no barriers to communication.

Like them, she sympathizes with the children here.

After chatting for a while, Ye Jiaqi went back to clean up her house. There was no shortage of anything, even a crib, Principal Wang had prepared it for her.

When Little Yuzi fell asleep, Ye Jiaqi looked at her patiently: "In the future, if your brothers and sisters play with you, mom can spend more time with you."

There is no internet here, and the mobile phone signal is spotty and often disconnected.

Fortunately, the village is not big, and she won't wander around, so there won't be any big problems.

In the afternoon, she prepared the course and took a lot of work notes. Her handwriting was neat and serious.

Sitting at the window, she watched the sun gradually sink from the west until it disappeared below the horizon, leaving only a clear and shallow afterglow and a golden color.

The green hills were dyed into golden mountains, which was particularly enchanting.

In the evening, she had dinner at Principal Wang's house, and happened to chat with him about the curriculum and the children's health problems.

Principal Wang's wife brought in the little boy who had just been brought in, and kept sighing: "Look, the kid is so cute and looks so good-looking."

Ye Jiaqi took a look and saw that the little boy was very beautiful, white and tender, with a high nose, curved eyelashes and a good-looking face.

"The child doesn't have a name yet, why don't Teacher Ye give him one?" said the teacher's wife.

"Ah?" Ye Jiaqi was flattered, "Then...what's his last name?"

"There is no surname. The surnames of the children in the orphanage are all arranged in the order of the surnames of the hundreds of families. This child happens to be surnamed Li, and it is difficult to pronounce the character Li. My husband has had several names, and I think they all sound bad. Teacher Ye, you

Think about it."

Ye Jiaqi bent down and teased the little baby in his wife's arms. The baby was blinking and looking at her, with big dark eyes.

"How about calling me Tingfeng, Li Tingfeng." Ye Jiaqi thought for a moment.

"It sounds good!" the master's wife immediately became happy.

Principal Wang also agreed: "It sounds better than my name. Teacher Ye deserves to have studied abroad."

Ye Jiaqi was embarrassed by the praise: "It's casual, there's nothing particular about it."

"As long as it sounds nice, there's no need to be particular about it." The teacher's wife said, "Teacher Ye, have you ever studied abroad?"

"No, I just studied a little abroad." Ye Jiaqi didn't want to talk too much about the past.

Principal Wang noticed that he had slipped up and quickly changed the subject: "What about the nickname? The child doesn't have a nickname yet!"

"The nickname is not simple. I have the final say. I'll call you Chenchen. It will be as energetic as the morning." said the master's wife.

Ye Jiaqi smiled and squeezed the baby's soft hand: "Chenchen, it's good."

The little baby looked happy and grinned.

The one who was unhappy was Little Pomelo. Little Pomelo in the stroller raised her head, frowned, and threw the doll on the ground.

"Mom..." No one paid any attention to her.

"Mom..."

Ye Jiaqi then turned his head and bent down: "What are you calling mom for?"

Little Yuzi fell silent, her little mouth pouted.

Ye Jiaqi pinched her cheek: "She's even jealous!"

Principal Wang and the teacher's wife both laughed, and Ye Jiaqi took the little pomelo out of the cart and coaxed her patiently.

Little Yuzi looked at the swaddled little guy, the bad guy, with an unhappy look on his face, trying to fight against her.

The bad guy is so small, so tiny.
Chapter completed!