Jiang Changhai listened and put on a look of agreement, "Hmm, you're also right."
"Right? Uncle, you think what I said is correct, too," Zhiwen naively thought he had persuaded his uncle and said happily.
"Indeed, your hands should be meant for studying. How about this? If the two of you can guarantee that you'll bring back a first place in the final exams this term—not like Mianmian, who gets first in the grade, but just first in the class—I won't make you wash dishes anymore. I won't make you do anything. You can ask me to carve out a chopping board to enshrine you two, how about that?" Jiang Changhai said with a smile, looking at the two brothers.
"Uh... Uncle, that, hehe, I think what you just said makes a lot of sense. We two brothers indeed need to do chores. You and Auntie have worked all day and cooked for us, we can't be so thoughtless. Zhiwu, let's go, hurry up and pick up the bowls to wash," Zhiwen hurriedly said.
