Knowing that today was Fan Wenxuan's first day of teaching, and that he was staying for lunch, Zhuang Qingning asked Zhuang Mingli to join in for the midday meal and asked him to inform Mrs. He.
She then went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Fan Wenxuan, on the other hand, was sitting in the courtyard, sipping a fragrant cup of tea and watching Zhuang Qingsui playing with snowglobe with a stalk of foxtail grass.
With the greenery above, a lovely student by his side, and the prospect of delicious food, he felt exceptionally comfortable.
Fan Wenxuan felt teaching Zhuang Qingsui was the best thing he had done.
He couldn't help but think that even the ruthless Chu Jinnian had his good days.
Before Fan Wenxuan could finish his musings, Zhuang Mingli came back, and Zhuang Qingning had already prepared lunch.