Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1125 - 1127 Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Chapter 1125: Chapter 1127 Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei

Nan Feng then reminded Xia Dabao with a smile, "Why do you always forget to read the letter whenever food comes up?"

"Ah, it’s true, I actually forgot to read the letter," Xia Dabao unfolded the note, and Axian couldn’t help but lean over to read it together.

Since it was delivered by Pigeon, the text was very small, but there was quite a bit of it. Although the handwriting was somewhat immature, it was clear that it was written very carefully and with great effort:

Sister Dabao, I hope this letter finds you well. This month I learned to play the flute and I’ve almost grown as tall as the door frame. The day before yesterday, I went out with mother for a trip, and in a few days, I plan to accompany father to visit an old senior in Jianghu who is highly respected. By the way, you asked me last time about Iron Sand Fist, and I’ve already asked father about it. You heat sand in a pot and then slowly immerse your hands in it to adjust to the temperature, and that’s how you train. But this technique is extremely crude and harmful to the body, so I don’t recommend you practice it. The paper is too short, so I’ll stop here, looking forward to your reply.

Aixi, originally Long Aixi, was the son of Long San and Lu Jianxi, who supposedly met again at Green Sword Villa. They met on the day of a martial arts conference and got married quickly enough to astound the entire Jianghu.

Mother said, that’s called a shotgun wedding.

The story of Long San and Lu Jianxi was eagerly discussed in Jianghu for a long time, and perhaps because of his good constitution, Lu Jianxi became pregnant that very month and quickly gave birth to Long Aixi, who is two years younger than Xia Dabao.

As for why Xia Dabao has the surname Xia, it is of course because Xia Ye has changed his surname back to Xia.

That is the first name Nan Feng heard in the village.

Over the past decade or so, there has been little contact between the two families’ adults. Long San and Lu Jianxi were busy with various affairs, and Xia Ye and Nan Feng were busy with farm work; though they kept in touch, they had not met in person and had even grown lazy about writing letters. Eventually, when both children had grown up and reached the age to read and write, the parents simply let the two children correspond to maintain the relationship.

Thus, a letter every month became a routine. Xia Dabao had never seen Long Aixi but knew he was a younger brother who was younger than her, a person of Jianghu who loved to train Kung Fu and had beautiful handwriting. From the lines, she sensed that he was a particularly careful boy, because whenever Xia Dabao asked him something, he always had an answer.

Xia Dabao was educated and loved reading, which was quite unique in the village. Given such a background, she naturally could not make especially good friends, so she regarded Long Aixi as a good friend. Not meeting in person actually added to the mystique.

Hearing Long Aixi mention he was now as tall as a doorway, Xia Dabao couldn’t help but go to the door and measure it. Then she asked Nan Feng, "Mom, how tall are the door frames at Uncle Long’s house?"

Nan Feng couldn’t help but laugh, "Mom did go to Uncle Long’s house once, but how would Mom know which door frame Aixi is talking about? Their house has both high and low door frames."

"How tall can a twelve-year-old kid be?" Xia Dabao asked again.

"About the same as you, if he has grown," Nan Feng said, knowing that boys generally begin to shoot up around the ages of thirteen or fourteen.

But this Long Aixi must be tall. They say a son’s height mainly depends on the mother—a shorter father means one short child, a shorter mother means a whole brood of short ones, and that saying holds quite some truth.

Since Xia Dabao couldn’t figure it out by measuring, she stopped trying, went inside to find some paper, and came back to start writing a reply.