Su Qingyue stretched out her hand and tenderly caressed her son's small back. Ye'er had an exceptionally high IQ, truly a little genius, and his sensible nature was heart-wrenchingly endearing, "Good, you must diligently study the lessons I have scheduled for you every day. Once you have mastered them, Mom will arrange new courses for you."
"I will work hard," Little Ye'er planted a resounding kiss on Su Qingyue's cheek.
Emotion welled up on Su Qingyue's face.
The boy was still young, only four and a half years old. Since he had mostly recognized all the characters half a year ago, she had started teaching him to identify basic medicinal herbs. His daily homework involved spending several hours researching medicine and identifying herbs. Of course, it was all very basic knowledge, and she would wait until he had a firm grasp on the fundamentals before teaching him more in-depth concepts.
