Chapter 93 You're so lucky to be my girlfriend

the next day.

Feng Qing rarely got home early last night, and she didn't have to go to the hospital for her early shift today, so she planned to get up early to make breakfast for her son and show her maternal love.

Normally, she would leave Zhou Chong some money so he could have breakfast at the breakfast stall downstairs.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity today, she set her alarm before going to bed last night and got up early, just after 5:30, ready to unleash her culinary skills in the kitchen.

However, as soon as she stepped outside the kitchen door, she smelled a strong aroma of ginger, a faint spicy fragrance, mixed with the smell of breakfast.

The kitchen light was on as dawn broke.

Feng Qing stood by the glass door, silently watching the figure busy at the kitchen counter.

With broad shoulders and a long back, tall and long legs, the little boy in my memory has grown into a man without me even realizing it.

After a while, she knocked on the door and went in. "Up so early?"

"Mom, you're up too." Zhou Chong glanced back and gestured towards the steamer on the other side of the stove. "I steamed some buns, and there's some porridge in the rice cooker. Do you want some?"

"Of course we should eat it."

Feng Qing smiled, lifted the lid of the steamer to take a look, then glanced at the keep-warm timer on the rice cooker, before walking over to Zhou Chong and looking down at the small pot on the stove in front of him. "What are you cooking? I smell ginger?"

"Hmm." Zhou Chong responded without looking up, turned the knob to a low simmer, and said, "Let's make some ginger tea to ward off the cold."

Feng Qing glanced out the window and nodded. "The temperature has dropped a bit these past few days, so wear more clothes."

Zhou Chong grunted in agreement, turned around, reached out and opened the top cabinet door, taking out a bag of brown sugar from the hanging cabinet.

Feng Qing raised an eyebrow, watching Zhou Chong open the packaging and add a few spoonfuls of brown sugar to the ginger tea. "You're adding brown sugar? Are you drinking it yourself?"

Zhou Chong paused, closed the packaging bag, put the brown sugar back in the cabinet, and closed the cabinet door. "My classmate has a cold, so I'm making some for her to take with her. Brown sugar ginger tea can warm her up and also relieve her sore throat."

"Oh—" Feng Qing drawled out the last syllable, then changed the subject, "Is she a female classmate?"

Zhou Chong pursed his lips, neither confirming nor denying, and took out a thermos, turned off the heat, and poured the brown sugar ginger tea from the small cup into the thermos. "It's my deskmate."

Feng Qing covered her mouth and chuckled, not pressing the matter further.

He changed the subject, as if she couldn't understand what he meant.

He's her son, okay?

Little brat, still playing word games with your mom.

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When Jiang Wan arrived at the classroom, she saw that Zhou Chong was already sitting in his seat, with a chubby thermos on his desk.

"Good morning." Jiang Wan walked over, put her schoolbag on the table, and pointed to the thermos on the table. "Is this your breakfast?"

Zhou Chong shook his head and simply asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I've already eaten." Jiang Wan paused, then added, "I've also taken my medicine. I took it after breakfast at home."

Zhou Chong nodded and held out his hand to Jiang Wan, "Give me the cup."

Jiang Wan unzipped her backpack, found her water bottle, and handed it to Zhou Chong, seemingly puzzled.

Zhou Chong unscrewed the lid of the thermos, pressed the latch, and then poured a cup of reddish-brown liquid into her cup.

Then, a faint aroma of ginger wafted over, accompanied by a slightly sweet taste.

Jiang Wan took the cup in a daze, sniffed it, and asked, "This is... brown sugar ginger tea?"

“Yes.” Zhou Chong nodded. “Ginger tea can dispel cold, which is good for colds, and also…”

Jiang Wan held the cup, looked up at him, and asked, "And what?"

Zhou Chong looked away and cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly. "Besides, your period should be due in a couple of days, so it's a good idea to drink some brown sugar ginger tea to warm your stomach in advance."

Jiang Wan was taken aback.

Zhou Chong actually remembered her menstrual cycle?

Is it because he found out she had stomach cramps during her period last time that he remembered it?

Jiang Wan looked up at Zhou Chong through the rising steam from her cup.

Whether it was from the heat or something else, Zhou Chong's ears turned slightly red.

To be precise, it's a light pink.

It's so cute, all shrouded in mist and hazy light.

"Thank you." Jiang Wan lowered her eyes, picked up the cup, and sipped the ginger tea slowly.

She remembered that in her past life, she once had severe menstrual cramps and her stomach hurt so badly that Zhou Chong almost called a doctor to come to her house to treat her. Although it was a misunderstanding, after that, Zhou Chong would always make her brown sugar ginger tea whenever she had her period.

Jiang Wan sipped her brown sugar ginger tea, which was slightly spicy and a bit sweet—a familiar taste she hadn't had in a long time.

Although Zhou Chong didn't say it, Jiang Wan could tell from the taste that it was brown sugar ginger tea that Zhou Chong had personally brewed.

As a matter of habit, the eighteen-year-old Zhou and the twenty-eight-year-old President Zhou always share a consistent commonality in certain details.

In this life, Zhou Chong had already prepared brown sugar ginger tea for her ten years in advance, which can be described as a huge improvement.

It seems her pursuit of handsome young men since her rebirth has been quite effective.

Jiang Wan happily finished her cup of brown sugar ginger tea and handed the empty cup back to Zhou Chong, hoping he would pour her another one.

That thermos must have been filled with a lot of ginger tea.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Chong screwed the lid on the thermos, saying, "Don't drink too much at once, drink more later."

"Okay." Jiang Wan took back the cup, placed it on the corner of the table, and then took out a book from her schoolbag to begin her morning reading.

Throughout the morning, Zhou Chong would occasionally pour Jiang Wan a cup of brown sugar ginger tea during breaks between classes, watching her drink it all until lunch break.

Zhou Chong poured her the last cup of ginger tea, then packed up the thermos, preparing to wash it together with Jiang Wan after she finished drinking it.

Sun Qianyu happened to come to borrow Jiang Wan's notes, and saw that she was holding a cup of brown sugar ginger tea and drinking it.

That morning, she had seen Jiang Wan drink three or four cups of ginger tea. During breaks, she could smell the aroma of ginger tea wafting over from across the aisle. She had secretly glanced over several times and knew that it was a pot of brown sugar ginger tea that Zhou Chong had brought for Jiang Wan.

"Math notes, right?" Jiang Wan held a cup in one hand and rummaged through the stack of notebooks on the table with the other. "Wait a minute, let me look for it."

Sun Qianyu waited to the side, her eyes glancing from the ginger tea in Jiang Wan's hand to the thermos on Zhou Chong's table, and smiled meaningfully, "Zhou Chong, whoever becomes your girlfriend in the future will be truly blessed."

Zhou Chong paused in his action of screwing on the lid of the kettle, then slowly tightened it before quietly setting it aside.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wan quickly turned to look at Zhou Chong's reaction. Seeing that he remained calm, she looked away and secretly kicked Sun Qianyu under the table, signaling her not to joke around.

Sun Qianyu put her hands behind her back, patted Jiang Wan's shoulder, and winked at her.

Jiang Wan frowned and glared at her, then silently quickened her pace as she searched for her notes.

At this moment, Zhang Chi turned around and raised an eyebrow at Sun Qianyu, "Why wait until later? Being his deskmate now is just as wonderful."

Sun Qianyu glanced at Jiang Wan and burst into unrestrained laughter, "Hahaha, yes, Wanwan is really lucky."

Jiang Wan closed her eyes speechlessly, three black lines appearing on her forehead.

That brat Sun Qianyu, she talks nonsense and never misses a chance to stir up trouble.

She quickly pulled out her math notebook and shoved it into Sun Qianyu's hand. "Here, take it."

Sun Qianyu took the notebook, not in a hurry to leave, wanting to chat with Zhang Chi for a bit longer, when Jiang Wan pinched the itchy spot on her waist.

She exclaimed "Ouch!" and turned to look at Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wanchao winked at her and mouthed urging her to hurry up.

Sun Qianyu shrugged, pouted, and held up her notebook. "Okay, I'll go back to my seat now."

Jiang Wan turned around and saw Zhang Chi still turning around. She picked up a test paper and waved it in front of him. "Have you finished this test paper? It's due before evening self-study."

Zhang Chi was taken aback, scratched his head, and said, "Really?"

Then he silently turned around and began searching for the papers on the table.

Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, put down the test paper, turned to look at Zhou Chong beside her, and whispered, "Sun Qianyu just likes to joke, don't mind her."

"No." Zhou Chong shook his head and looked at the cup she was holding. "Drink it while it's hot, or it will get cold."

"Oh, oh." Jiang Wan quickly lowered her head, picked up the cup, and took a sip of brown sugar ginger tea.