Seeing Qin Jiu obediently writing his homework, Grandma was relieved: "Jiaojiao, you don't have to do anything, you just learn, just learn well." ”

"Hmm."

Qin Jiu nodded while writing his homework, while also observing the movements in his grandmother's hands.

Within a few minutes, Qin Jiu finished his homework and packed his schoolbag, Qin Jiu came to his grandmother's side and worked as a small odd job for his grandmother.

"Be careful, don't get pierced in your little hand."

Grandma was not at ease, but she couldn't get rid of Qin Jiu.

When it was time to cook, Grandma put down the basket she had knitted, got up and picked up firewood, and prepared to cook.

Qin Jiu, who had already finished reading the two baskets made up by her grandmother, had completely watched the meeting, and was ready to do it herself, but at this time, she found that her strength was too small, and she couldn't gather at the bottom of the basket.

There was nothing better than knowing it, but he didn't have the strength to do it, which made Qin Jiu feel even more frustrated.

The basket couldn't be knitted, so Qin Jiu ran to the kitchen to help.

"Grandma, can I do anything for you?"

Qin Jiu stood at the door of the kitchen, not knowing where to start, so he had no choice but to ask.

"You don't have to do anything, the meal will be fine for a while, are you hungry, grandma doesn't finish the last basket."

Qin Jiu's help actually caused chaos to grandma, who mistakenly thought that Qin Jiu was hungry, and was in a hurry.

"Grandma, I'm not hungry, I just want to help, I've grown up."

Qin Jiu's explanation directly made Grandma laugh.

"Well, grow up, we are seven years old, we are big children, not three-year-olds."

Qin Jiu saw his grandmother's anxious mood, and was relieved by her, and his heart could be described as a long sigh of relief.

Dinner was sauerkraut gnocchi soup, and under the neat operation of grandma, it was served on the table after a while.

Sauerkraut gnocchi soup, accompanied by pork belly pickles, Qin Jiu's sweat dripping down from eating.

"It's delicious, it's so full."

Qin Jiu touched his bulging little belly with a satisfied expression.

"We are good at feeding." Grandma touched the back of Qin Jiu's head and got up to pick up the table.

"I'll come here, grandma, you rest."

Qin Jiuyan slipped from the bench to the ground, and then brought the two pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the table and a basin to the kitchen.

Qin Jiu couldn't help with cooking, but the bowl could definitely be washed.

In fact, Qin Jiaojiao can cook, and she also does it very well, Qin Jiu can also do it according to the gourd according to his memory, but everything is blocked by age, to be exact, strength.

Because of his young age, he has no strength, so whatever he wants to do, he has become powerless.

Waiting to grow up slowly and slowly gain strength, it is too far away, so it is necessary to put the matter of cultivation on the agenda.

At night, after confirming that his grandmother was asleep, Qin Jiu got up from the bed.

The seven-year-old small body sat cross-legged on the kang, and then, after the small hands made a complicated gesture in front of him, he naturally hung down on his knees.

Qin Jiu could feel the thin aura around him, Qin Jiu thought that cultivation might be difficult, but it shouldn't be impossible.

However, the facts tell Qin Jiu that sometimes, imagination is imagination......

An hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed......

Seeing that the sky was bright, Qin Jiu didn't attract the slightest aura into his body.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this body in her previous life? Or is this aura thinner than she feels?

This one, seeing is not necessarily true, and feeling is not necessarily true, after all, she is now cultivating nothing.

Thinking of this, Qin Jiu suddenly found that the grandmother sleeping next to him showed signs of waking up......

Qin Jiu can be described as a slippery one, and he went directly into the bed.

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