She was really a bit worried that Scarlett Glenn might get spoiled and arrogant.
After the two left, Madam peeled an orange for Scarlett Glenn: "Scarlett Glenn, come eat an orange, stop writing."
"But Mum said I need to write a hundred big characters, and I've only written twenty. There's still a lot to go."
The Old Man took the pen from Scarlett Glenn's hand, "Your Mum didn't say you have to finish it all at once. You've already written twenty, which is not a small amount. You're still young and growing, and writing calligraphy is tiring. Take a break then write more."
Scarlett Glenn nodded: "Grandfather makes a lot of sense."
"Here, have an orange."
Scarlett Glenn opened her mouth and ate the orange that Grandmother fed her: "This orange is so sweet. Grandmother, you should have some too..."
"Alright, Grandmother will taste it too."
The three of them put the calligraphy mission aside, so when Nell Harris returned, Scarlett Glenn had still only written those 20 characters.
