While Su Luoyi was discussing the F language and some customs and customs of country F with the man next to her, her mother was busy calculating whether the family's money would be enough to handle the immigration procedures for her daughter.
Su's mother had not gone to school for a few years, but she had heard some things about immigration from TV.
If her daughter wants to go abroad, she will not stop her.
Her husband Song Dapeng has been in prison for fifteen years. Although the neighbors have never bullied the mother and daughter, they hide whenever they can, and only say hello and deal with it when they can't hide anymore.
Robbery and murder, who wouldn’t be afraid after hearing this?
Therefore, Mother Su always taught Su Luoyi to be grateful to everyone for their noble support, to study hard, and to wait until she leaves Blue City in the future.
As one person bears the heavy responsibility of raising her daughter, although Su's mother is not yet 45 years old, her hair is almost completely white. Fortunately, she has the skills to make clothes, so she can afford Su Luoyi to go to college and later serve as an exchange student. Go to country Y for graduate school.
"I wonder if this money is enough?"
"If it's not enough, you have to go look for it... Hey, I haven't moved around for so many years. It's difficult for everyone, and it's not easy. I'm afraid they don't want to borrow it!"
"If it doesn't work, just sell this house and I can just buy a smaller one."
Mother Su looked at the bankbook and felt worried.
One was saved by making clothes for others, trimming trousers, and saving money. The other was the living expenses that Su Luoyi had transferred to her in the past two years.
As a mother, how can she be willing to spend her daughter's money? She always saves it carefully.
She knew it was not easy for her daughter to study abroad and work part-time at the same time. If the tutor hadn't been easy to talk to and the boss was reasonable, it would have been impossible to save the money.
"Hey, it's all her dad's fault!"
"It will come out in another ten years. By then Yiyi...hey, I hope she doesn't hate her father anymore and the family can have a meal together.
"Even if we don't have a meal, it would be nice to meet up."
Mother Su was thinking and speaking, and her tears unknowingly fell on the passbook in her hand. Fortunately, the cover was thicker and the inside was not wet.
While I was rejoicing, the phone rang.
"Hello, this is Ms. Su. Your express delivery has arrived. Please go downstairs to pick it up."
"Oh, okay, okay, let's go down now."
Mother Su hung up the phone and went out. She knew without guessing that it must be the clothes sent by her daughter.
…
Jinyuan Academy, Building 28.
It was almost time for dinner, and Leng Lingxiao was sitting on the desk, still staring longingly at the door of Building 29 behind him.
What happened? Did you oversleep?
No matter how sleepy or hungry you are, it’s time to wake up. Oh, by the way, eat chocolate and blueberries!
Thinking of this, Leng Lingxiao slapped himself twice on the forehead: "I made a mistake. I forgot to deliver it tonight. This guy doesn't know how to..."
"Owner."
Three knocks sounded on the door.
"Come in."
Immediately, Zhao Renjie slowly walked in with a tray on which was a bowl of poached egg noodles decorated with tomato sauce. Set against the emerald green vegetable moss, it looked very gorgeous and cute.
"What's this?"
"Ms. Tang asked Cheng Shi to bring two bowls of noodles. She said they wanted to have mutton hot pot tonight, but you were injured and couldn't eat it, so... you weren't invited over."
"Two bowls?" Leng Lingxiao suddenly frowned and looked at the tray steadily.
"There is another bowl outside. Cheng Shi said it was for me. That bowl didn't have a smiling face, just an egg, so I put it on the dining table for now."
Zhao Renjie had a strong desire to survive and was afraid that he would say something wrong and make Leng Lingxiao angry again.
After all, Tang Xiaowan made the noodles himself.
If his master didn't say anything, he would definitely not dare to eat.
"Oh, so that's it!"
"Master, are you using it in the study or in the restaurant?" Zhao Renjie asked tentatively.
Leng Lingxiao did not answer.
At this moment, all he could think about was the scene of making hot pot with Tang Xiaowan.
The red oil soup was rolling freely.
What kind of meatballs, what kind of konjac cubes, what kind of mutton rolls, and the tripe that he never gets tired of eating, as well as all kinds of delicious seafood, are poured into the copper pot one plate after another.
What's this injury?
It's for my own good, so you don't call me?
Hey, hot pot, just thinking about it makes me greedy!
Zhao Renjie thought that his voice was too soft and Leng Lingxiao didn't hear him clearly, so he raised his voice.
"Master, do you want to use it here or go..."
"Hey, this is Tangtang! There's no salt in it. No, I have to go find her. Yes, I have to go now. Otherwise, the noodles won't taste good after being left out for a long time. The other bowl is yours."
"No salt?"
"Yeah, can't you tell?"
After Leng Lingxiao finished speaking, he walked quickly to the opposite side of Zhao Renjie, took the tray and went out.
Zhao Renjie: "..."
No salt? Don’t you have salt at home?
Oh, no, not at all.
You have to ask Miss Tang for it.
Zhao Renjie was talking to himself and walking towards the restaurant with a smile on his face.
He was also hungry, so he picked up the noodles and started eating.
"Well, it just tastes like this. I haven't eaten it for a few days!"
"Miss Tang's cooking skills are still so good!"
(End of chapter)
