Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

For young children, whistles are as difficult to learn as snapping fingers and blinking one eye.

Daisy pouted her mouth into a pig's mouth, and failed to learn to whistle like little Jack, only whistling air.

But it is a little consoling that Sheldon is so smart that he can't whistle.

"I don't like whistling," Sheldon said. "It's ugly and disrespectful."

Daisy practiced whistling for a week to no avail, and then learned to snap her fingers.

She didn't understand, with the same hand, how her father could make a crisp sound when he rubbed his thumb and middle finger lightly, but no matter how she rubbed those little fingers, there was only a light popping sound, which was very unpleasant. energy.

"It's not the sound of rubbing fingers," Tony said.

His big hand caught Daisy's hand, making a gesture with two fingers, "It's the sound of clapping the middle finger on the palm."

If everything in the world could be taught, how easy it would be to be a human being.

Dad explained it patiently and carefully. Daisy knew that to snap her fingers, she actually had to put in some strength herself, and with all her strength, she clasped her middle finger into her palm.

Instead of snapping his fingers, he hurt himself.

Tuanzi still didn't learn it, so he could only follow behind Tony and listen to his father snap his fingers.

"Why are you learning this?" Tony asked.

"That's cool!" Daisy said.

She asked Natasha, and Natasha would snap her fingers, and Steve, too.

This can bring an illusion: it seems that as long as you become an adult, you can learn to snap your fingers.

After another week of practice, Daisy gave up and started trying to learn how to blink.

Blinking is not difficult at all, the difficulty lies in blinking only one eye. People call this playful eye movement wink, especially when taking pictures.

Daisy held the mirror and slowly closed her eyes.

She wanted to close her right eye, but her left eye was disobedient and had to be synchronized, so the world was suddenly dark.

Daisy opened her eyes and closed them again.

The world is still dark.

Tony came out wearing boxing gloves.

He just gave Steve a fat beating in the gym, he felt refreshed, and while wiping his sweat with a towel, he looked at his strange daughter: "Why are you making faces in the mirror, Miss Stark?"

"I'm not making faces," said Daisy, "I'm just learning to blink."

She wants Dad to show wink.

Preparing for another fight, Tony gave his daughter a quick left eye wink before turning to leave.

Good-looking and playful, Daisy's dad can do anything.

However, baby Daisy blinked in front of the mirror all night, and the drowsiness was brewing with opening and closing, and she still didn't learn how to wink.

Life is so hard.

In kindergarten the next day, Daisy and Missy discussed how to blink one eye smoothly.

Heather was also beside her, so she pursed her lips.

"You're doing something boring." Heather said.

"Is this just boring?" Daisy asked.

"Of course." Heather said.

She spoke so confidently that Missy was very unconvinced, and asked Heather what she was studying when she was free.

"I'm learning etiquette now." Heather said stoutly, "Daisy also needs to learn etiquette."

"Why learn etiquette?" Daisy was still blinking hard, her big blue eyes blinking watery.

"This is what should be done." Heather said, "Are you the young lady of the Stark family?"

"I am." Daisy said.

"Then you have to learn." Heather, as the eldest lady in her family, said with her arms akimbo, "Marian also learns, and Judy learns too."

She told Daisy that they both enrolled in the same etiquette class, which had a very good teacher to guide them.

"If you want to go, my mother can say hello to the teacher." Heather said "hello" very smoothly like a little adult, "Are you going?"

"May I ask my dad?" Daisy asked.

She was taken aback by Heather's serious expression, and really thought she had missed some necessary stage in life.

Tony came to pick up the child in the afternoon, and hearing Daisy say that he was going to experience some etiquette class, he couldn't help but feel novel.

"You can go if you want." The old father said.

So I made an appointment for the Saturday experience class, and Natasha took Daisy to go together.

On the way, Daisy was still blinking hard.

After hard training, she has been able to close one eye, but she can't be deep, blinking carefully and laboriously, making people look not only not relaxed and cute, but like looking at the scope of a sniper rifle with bitter hatred.

It is not easy for Daisy to make an uncute expression with a cute face.

"Why didn't I hear you say that you want to learn etiquette?" Natasha asked.

She enjoys this kind of parenting life, and is happy to go to class with Daisy, but Daisy is still looking at her expression with a small mirror, and she can't feel the child's enthusiasm for the etiquette class.

"Because Heather said that everyone should learn." Daisy said.

Heather also said that if there is no good manners, mom and dad will lose face.

Daisy wants to give it to her own father, so other people's fathers have it, so she doesn't want to embarrass Tony, so she comes to experience the class.

Heather's etiquette teacher's hair is already half white, and she is a lady with a temperament and an expressionless face.

Daisy can't call people "auntie", let alone "mother-in-law", but can only call "madam" with a reserved and decent expression.

"What is reserve?" Daisy asked.

The teacher is said to be familiar with the etiquette of the royal family. He was once hired as a private tutor to a noble family. After coming to the United States, he also made a living teaching etiquette.

"What royal family?" Daisy asked.

Thor was born into the royal family, and he never heard him say that he had any etiquette teachers himself.

The teacher glanced at the curious child, but he was willing to answer the question, and said in a reserved and decent way: "The royal family of Genovia."

"What's Genovia, ma'am?" asked Daisy.

The biggest difference between the etiquette teacher and the kindergarten teacher is that the etiquette teacher is always very cold, sometimes answering questions, sometimes not answering questions.

The teacher has seen many people, and probably doesn't think Stark's daughter is special, after all, she has seen real queens and princesses.

Soon, this well-informed teacher made the daughter of the Stark family realize that many of the daily routines of life are actually not up to the standard of etiquette.

When sitting on a chair, you can't sit with your legs hanging down, your legs spread out, or your legs crossed. Can you use the chair as a toy and spin around on it.

When it comes to crossing one's legs, Rocky is the first to fail.

The teacher demonstrated in person, showing Daisy what is called an elegant sitting posture.

Sit on only two-thirds of the chair, keep your knees together, slant your legs, and sit with your toes as the fulcrum.

This alone is not enough, the left leg has to be folded over the right leg, in the words of the teacher, it is to prevent impolite emptiness.

Natasha can sit gracefully with a light fold of her legs.

But this elegant set might be a bit difficult for young children.

Daisy was sitting on a high chair, trying to cross her short legs, but her little feet couldn't reach the floor, so she was trembling in the air, feeling very tired.

"Okay, okay." The etiquette teacher said.

He didn't speak as usual, he had to speak in a soft voice, as slow as the gentle waves on the Danube.

"For example... right now." The etiquette teacher said, "Did you... understand... what I said...?"

"Understood!" Daisy said happily.

Her elation was stopped immediately, the etiquette teacher raised her hand, made a reserved smile on her face, and said in a reserved and slow tone: "Understood. That's right."

"If you feel happy, you smile, Daisy," said the teacher, "but don't open your mouth too much, and don't look too exaggerated."

"Isn't that good?" Daisy asked.

"Yes." The etiquette teacher said, "Not good."

Daisy pursed her lips.

"What if I'm happy?" she asked again.

If something happy happens at home, Daisy will give everyone high fives, hugs, and laugh out loud.

"Here, no." The etiquette teacher said, "You can laugh out loud in your heart, but you still have to smile on your face."

Natasha listened beside her, with a meaningful expression on her face.

Daisy was able to smile modestly now, too, because she wasn't as happy as before.

Smile when you are happy, and smile when you are unhappy.

"Think about it, there are other children coming to your home." The teacher said, "Because you are unhappy, do they have to look at the host's bad face? Then the next time the guests will not come."

Daisy forced a sad smile.

The saddest thing for children is when they are eating.

I didn't expect the etiquette teacher to provide food here, but it was the biggest surprise of the day.

Daisy sat in the baby chair, holding a fork in one hand and a spoon in the other, and when she saw the Caesar salad being served, she rolled her eyes happily.

She quickly remembered to smile, and closed her mouth again.

It's good to eat, but it's not good to let people eat to their heart's content.

Daisy always ate deliciously at home, putting a spoon full of food into her mouth, her face was bulging.

"No." The etiquette teacher said.

She said "no" so many times, Daisy thought at first that the teacher's mantra was "no", but it turned out that she was too "no".

"Eat in small bites, chew slowly." The teacher said, "Don't open your mouth when stirring the rice."

Daisy then took a little bit of the dish with a spoon and put it in her mouth.

She really ate very slowly, chewing listlessly, like an old cow eating grass.

The teacher didn't let me bend over, but used a ruler to compare behind my back, and asked me to keep my back straight like a long ruler when eating.

"You can't tell a joke either, can you?" Daisy asked.

"Yes." The teacher said.

"Why are there so many etiquettes?" Daisy put down the spoon and asked pitifully.

"Because you want to become a rich lady." The teacher said, "This is your future path. You can't lose at the starting line. You have to learn from an early age."

The teacher turned around and went to prepare for the next etiquette. Daisy put down the spoon and couldn't eat anymore.

"But I don't want this, Aunt Xiaona." Daisy said.

It's amazing that she can experience it now.

Natasha asked, "What?"

"That's very polite," said Daisy, "but I'm going to feel bad."

Before coming to class, Tony told Daisy that not everyone wants it, but it is good.

"Miss Stark, you can do whatever you want," said the old father.

Daisy felt now that her father was right.

"Then what pleases you?" asked Natasha.

"Eat well." Daisy counted on her fingers, "And you can blink if you want?"

When she was in etiquette class, she quietly contacted and blinked one eye, but the teacher said it was "winking", but she also rejected it.

"Okay." Natasha said.

The etiquette teacher came out with props and found that her students were about to run away.

"Why don't you go to class?" The reserved and decent teacher finally lost his restraint and showed a big astonished expression.

"Thank you, ma'am," Daisy said.

"She wants to go home and sit with her legs hanging down, and she has to eat a lot." Natasha said, "The class is wonderful, thank you."

She winks and gives a playful wink.

Daisy blinked too, giving a playful wink.

Tuanzi immediately realized that he could blink his eyes very well, no longer took pains to aim at the sniper rifle, and laughed happily.

This can be regarded as the biggest gain of the etiquette class.

Daisy happily winks to Happy on the way home, winks to Dad when she gets home, and winks to Steve.

The big eyes sparkle when they blink, so cute.

But showing off too much without restraint also brings a bit of bitter fruit.

Little Daisy Stark was taken to the doctor the next day because her left eye was overused.