The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

At this moment, Mo Qingze came back with a man who was wearing the same student uniform of Changshan Academy as him. The man looked to be a few years younger than Mo Qingze, about twenty-seven or eight years old.

"Ah, the smell of chicken soup is so strong, I wonder whose family is stewing chicken!" The man smelled the tempting fragrance and couldn't help but said, "Hey, brother Ziyu, the smell seems to be coming from your house."

When Mo Qingze saw that the lock on the door was open, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "It must be the little girl who is here."

Mo Yan heard her father's voice and ran to open the door. She saw her father standing outside the door, raising his hand to knock on the door: "Dad, you are back."

When she saw the strange man behind her father, she didn't know what to call him. Thinking that he had just called her father 'Brother Ziyu', she quickly shouted: "Hello, uncle."

"Uh, hello, eldest niece!"

The corners of the man's lips twitched. He was obviously the same generation as Tzuyu, but why did he feel several years older when Tzuyu's daughter called him out!

"Daddy——"

Xin'er Zhen'er, who hadn't seen her father for half a month, rushed over when she heard the sound. Seeing the stranger there, she quickly shouted: "Hello, uncle."

"Okay, they are all good children." The man looked at the three beautiful and smart children in front of him and said to Mo Qingze enviously: "Brother Ziyu is so lucky!"

"Zhi Yun has been commended. He is a little more well-behaved." Mo Qingze, who was holding a pair of young children, said a few words of humility, and then called the man into the house.

"Dad, wash your hands quickly and you will be able to eat soon."

Mo Yan placed the chair in front of the dining table, said something and went to the kitchen to serve the meal. Mo Qingze came in with the wash basin to fetch water.

Mo Yan asked curiously while serving the rice: "Dad, who is that uncle?"

Mo Qingze didn't know the man's true identity, so he simply said it.

It turned out that the man's surname was Han, and Zhiyun was his given name. He was a classmate whom my father had known for a short time, and he lived nearby.

Because the food in the academy cafeteria was not delicious, and Han Zhiyun couldn't cook it himself, he often came here to eat after getting to know his father.

The corner of Mo Yan's lips twitched. The food cooked by her father cannot be said to be unpalatable, but it's not that good either. At this level, it can still attract people to come and eat. You can imagine how the food in the academy cafeteria tastes. , she couldn't help but feel lucky that she didn't let her father live in the academy.

There were guests here, and he was worried that Mo Qingze would be looked down upon. Li Zhong refused to eat at the same table no matter what, so Mo Yan had to get another bowl, pick up food for him alone, and send it to the kitchen for him.

Originally, it was not easy for Mo Yan and the other children to serve at the table, but Han Zhiyun frequently ate here and was too embarrassed to drive his children into the kitchen, so he tried his best to get them to sit down and eat together.

Mo Yan served a bowl of hot chicken soup to her father, so it was natural that Han Zhiyun would not be left behind.

Han Zhiyun couldn't wait to pick up the chicken soup and took a sip. He didn't know how to describe the delicious flavor in his mouth. He just felt that the so-called "palace secret chicken soup" made of dozens of ingredients and "health-preserving chicken soup" he drank before, Compared with this ordinary chestnut chicken soup, it all turned into dregs.

Han Zhiyun drank up the full bowl of chicken soup in a few gulps. He wanted to praise it, but then he remembered that it was very impolite to speak at the dinner table, so he restrained himself.

He was holding the empty bowl with unfinished thoughts, but he didn't have the nerve to say that he wanted another bowl. Looking at the few light home-cooked side dishes on the table, he picked up a piece of steamed pork ribs and took a bite without interest. His eyes suddenly lit up and he picked up the dishes much faster.

Just like the bowl of chicken soup that he consumed quickly before, he ate vegetables no slower than drinking soup. Even the vegetables he usually disliked the most, he also ate a lot.

Mo Yan ate in silence, looking at the quickly emptying dishes, her eyes twitching, but she was very happy that her father could make compatible friends in the academy.

Although the man in front of her was bold in words and deeds, he was not rude at all. She could still see some clues to the aura of publicity that he inadvertently exuded in his every move. She thought that Han Zhiyun had a good background.

For such a person, there is no need to worry that he has other motives for approaching his father. Similarly, no matter how high his background was, Mo Yan would not encourage his father to seek benefits from him.

If you can make friends with some people, don't even think about taking advantage of them.

Mo Yan's thoughts coincided with Mo Qingze's. Mo Qingze vaguely understood that Han Zhiyun's identity was not simple, but he never inquired deliberately and only maintained an ordinary classmate relationship.

It was this attitude that Han Zhiyun admired the most, and he eventually made him a close friend. He would help Mo Qingze a lot in his future career...