Doted by My Seven Brothers

Chapter 407 The Brook Family's Meeting

Chapter 407 The Brook Family's Meeting

The Brook family couple exhibited a perplexed expression when they saw their daughter arrive at the door of the teacher's house with a significant amount of extravagant and grandiose behavior.

The little girl with the sweet milky voice shouted before she knocked on the door.

“Teacher, Nancy's here to see you!"

"Woof!"

Nevertheless, it was not her teacher who responded to her; rather, the large black dog, Lucky, opened the door.

When the elderly emerged from the house and saw Nancy standing outside, a broad grin spread across his face.

The Brook family couple brought all their gifts inside. While Windy chatted with the elderly, the two soon became acquainted.

The conversation between the two women centered primarily on Nancy. To sing the praises of this one and that one is not at all modest behavior. Even James was eloquent and spoke nonstop about the subject.

In a nutshell, there is only one theme.

My daughter was the most adorable, the prettiest, the one with the sweetest mouth, and the most obedient and polite. She was simply the most precious and obedient cub in the world, and no one else could compare to her.

Neither of the two women could hold a candle to James when it came to boasting so openly about their daughter.

Fortunately, Nancy and Lucky went to play. If she had heard her father praise her so highly, even when she was still a child, she would have comprehended what it meant to be so humiliated that her toes would have touched the ground.

Since the conversation centered on Nancy, the relationship between the Brook family couple and her teacher became closer.

Nancy took Lucky with her when she returned the group of cats and dogs to their homes after they had trailed her. When she returned, she pulled out the embroidery she had worked on in her spare time and handed it over to her teacher.

"Teacher, I embroidered this myself." The elderly reviewed the embroidered handkerchief handed over by the little girl, which was embroidered with round lotus leaves and a chubby carp. Despite its immaturity, it was cute and witty; Nancy had incorporated her newfound knowledge into it.

The elderly felt a deep sense of shock. The little kid was an absolute genius, and how long has it been since she started embroidering? She was able to embroider something in less than two months.

Even she, known as an embroidery genius at the time, had to learn to identify silk threads of different colors, stitches, and strokes in the first few months of learning. It took her a year and a half to embroider her first embroidery work.

Additionally, it took longer for her two apprentices to embroider their very first piece of work.

However, how long did it take Nancy to embroider her first work?

Hiss!

This was an odious comparison.

Nancy looked up expectantly as she saw her teacher's finger gently stroking the chubby carp she had embroidered, and she felt a twinge of unease “Teacher, do you think I'm dumb? Is this poorly embroidered?”

The elderly inhaled deeply before reaching out with her hand to gently stroke the little girl's fluffy head.

"If you are that dumb, how do other people stay alive?"

Nevertheless, the elderly refrained from lavishing the child with praise for fear of fostering arrogance and a sense of entitlement in her.

"Nancy, you're amazing and extremely talented.”

She could not have foreseen in her wildest dreams that she would one day, in her senior years, take on an apprentice who was such a talented child. She gave Nancy a gentler gaze.

"You're still young. Your parents told me that you are still learning the zither and painting, so there's no hurry for you to pick up the embroidery. Now, relax and stop pushing yourself so hard. If children are exposed to too much knowledge, they are easily distracted. A lack of effective learning skills will lead to future disappointment.”

Nancy's big eyes stared at her blankly. "But I don't feel exhausted."

She spread her fingers apart and began muttering while counting in earnest. "On Mondays and Thursdays, I study painting: on Tuesdays and Fridays, I study zither; and on Wednesdays and Saturdays, I study embroidery. On Sundays, I take the day off to relax and do whatever I please, all of which are enjoyable.”

The little girl's eyes were very sincere and unruffled. It was clear that she did not consider the techniques that were very difficult for others to learn to be anything other than a game.

Since this was something she particularly enjoyed, and because she was exceptionally bright and talented, she quickly picked up on it. On the other hand, Nancy lacked self-awareness and continued believing she was dumb.

She was under the impression that her second cousin was a much better artist than she was. Her zither playing fell short of her teacher's standards, and her embroidery skills lagged behind those of her teacher and her sisters.

When the elderly overheard what Nancy said, she was at a loss for words. Did she realize what she had just said would be beaten outside?

She was stunned and pleasantly surprised at the same time.

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In a world that seemed like a playground, she picked up all these skills without realizing it. which many people only hope to achieve. Her eyes lit up with a radiant gleam of happiness, and she affectionately patted Nancy on the head.

"Okay, okay..."

Even though she didn't express it, Nancy felt her teacher's joy, which made her happy.

They didn't stay long at the teacher's house before departing. When she returned to school, she continued to have Matthew deliver letters to her sister.

The little girl would always bring him snacks to show her appreciation.

As was her custom, she assumed an archaic demeanor and patted him on the shoulder while standing on the lounge chair.

"Thank you for your hard work.”

Then, she quickly jumped down, wiped the area she had stepped on with a tissue, and smiled innocently at Matthew.

He was speechless.

He ripped open a chestnut nonchalantly and stuffed it into his mouth. Forget it; he was no longer able to speak.

The moment when Nancy was about to sit down, cross one leg over the other, and start reading the letter that her sister had written, Adam arrived. "Nancy!"

In addition to coming over by himself. he also brought many of his close friends from the class so they could show their support for him.

Hmm! lf the senior bullied his sister, he would definitely beat him up!

He was siffilar in appearance to al egotistical bear that led the way, much like the king of the mountain wholed his younger brother. onan expedition through the mountains.

At that moment, the mountain king was glaring at Matthew with keen discernment.

Adam didn't find Matthew as handsome, dominant as himself, or possessive of an affinity for others like himself due to Matthew's icy demeanor.

Great, Adam was the victor! "Nancy, this must be the nephew you mentioned.” Matthew's eyelids twitched, and his normally expressionless, handsome face showed some signs of stress.

When Nancy saw her brother approaching, her eyes lit up, and she immediately gave him a bear hug. After that, she took his hand and introduced them to one another.

The teenager glanced downward at the little bean. who stood no taller than his chest in front of him and possessed a face that indicated a rambunctious disposition.

"Hello."

He greeted casually.

"Hi, I'm Nancy's brother. My sister already has seven brothers, all of whom are very formidable." Matthew was puzzled and responded, "Oh?"

So?

Adam continued, "Hence, you ought to be her nephew. Don't even consider being my sister's brother!"

At home, the number of people competing: with him over her sister was tog’many to count with bare fingers: Furthermore, he was the weakest, and the mere thought of it enraged him. “

Adam's remark rendered Matthew speechless.

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Then, Nancy asked, "Adam, do you want to eat chestnuts?”

Adam seized the opportunity to sit next to his sister and responded, "Yes."

The little girl was holding a bag of chestnuts, and she reached into the bag, pulled out a few, and placed them in her brother's hand. Adam peeled it, but instead of eating it, he gave it to his sister.

When he saw his sister eating until her cheeks were chubby, it made him feel so contented.

A thoughtful expression crossed the face of the teenager next to Adam at the sight of that.