Liu Hongmei laughed so hard she almost fell over:

"You're getting sweeter and sweeter. Come on, don't be shy with her. These are grapes we grew ourselves, take them home and eat them."

They insisted on giving money on one hand, but refused on the other, going back and forth for ages.

Aunt Zhou slapped her forehead and grabbed Liu Hongmei's hand affectionately:

"Alright, then we'll take advantage of you this time. We won't take these grapes for nothing. Besides, isn't your Xiao Mi a high school sophomore? Qinqin's mom is a math teacher at the No. 2 High School in the city. Let her tutor your Xiao Mi. My daughter-in-law works at the hospital. Just let us know if you need anything in the future."

Qinqin's mother, whose name was called, smiled gracefully and readily agreed:

"Of course, don't worry. I'll have Xiaomi come to my house to tutor my daughter whenever we have free time."

On the other side, a woman with wavy hair also chimed in with a smile:

“My husband runs the cafeteria at Xiaomi’s school. When I got back, I told him that I would make sure the auntie serving Xiaomi’s food wouldn’t have shaky hands. We can’t let the child go hungry!”

"Yes, yes, my son works at a research institute and knows several young and handsome guys. They're all very good-looking. When are you going to bring them back for our Da Mi to meet?"

"Oh, my mother-in-law is a Chinese teacher at No. 13 Middle School. I'll ask her if she has any inside information when I get back."

“My daughter still has a lot of review materials left over from her exams, as well as notes for each subject. I’ll send them to Xiaomi later; they’ve all been highlighted.”

With everyone talking at once, Xu Milu had no choice but to flee.

That's terrifying.

Her mother really messed up the teacher's situation.

I feel sorry for little chubby Xu Minian for a second.