Doted by My Seven Brothers novel Chapter 407

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.