Time flies.

An Minghe has been studying in the new school for some time. From the principal to the teachers, everyone in the school is very responsible and attentive to him, and gives him absolute freedom in class.

An Minghe is also a good boy. He just sits in his seat and does his own things, and never disturbs his classmates.

Originally, they wanted him to go directly to junior high school. With his knowledge and ability, he was more than qualified for junior high school, but An Jingzhi wanted him to spend more time with his peers and let him continue to study in the second grade. An Minghe was too sensible, so sensible that he didn't have the childishness of a child.

After school, An Minghe carried his small schoolbag and walked outside. Because he was cute and well-behaved, although not all of his classmates liked him, most of them were very friendly to him.

After school, An Minghe followed a few classmates out and saw the stall surrounded by a group of elementary school students from a distance.

That is An Jingzhi’s skewers stall.

The taste of Chuan Chuan Xiang conquered all the primary school students here in just a few days.

"dad!"

An Minghe put down his schoolbag, walked to An Jingzhi, and skillfully helped him collect the money.

When a primary school student saw An Minghe while shopping, a classmate who knew him asked, "Is this your dad? Is your dad selling skewers here?"

An Minghe was not embarrassed by being recognized, and frankly admitted, "Yes, my father's skewers are the best."

The classmate opposite also praised, "Yes, the skewers made by uncle are so delicious, but it's a pity that my pocket money is too little."

"Your father sells skewers here, so can you bring some in for us in the morning? That way we don't have to queue. I always have to queue for a long time." said the little classmate who walked out of school with An Minghe.

An Minghe looked at An Jingzhi with questioning eyes.

An Jingzhi smiled and said as he worked, "It depends on your willingness. If you want to bring it, then bring it. If you don't want to bring it, then don't bring it."

He casually handed the food in the disposable cup to the child opposite him, "You are Minghe's classmates, so you can get a free skewer of meatballs."

"Wow! Thank you, uncle!" The child took it politely and thanked him.

An Jingzhi looked at the other children who were looking at him expectantly, "You have it too, don't worry."

Everyone said thank you in unison.

An Minghe also pursed his lips with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

When the classmate opposite asked again if he was willing to take them in, An Minghe said,

"You should eat well in the morning. These won't fill you up."

The child opposite looked a little discouraged, with drooping eyebrows.

An Minghe then added, "But I can bring you less."

Everyone cheered again, "That's great, thank you Minghe!"

"Thank you, please bring me one tomorrow! I want honeysuckle tofu meatballs..." Without waiting for An Minghe to say anything, they started reading the menu on their own.

It can be seen that after changing schools, An Minghe's condition has improved a lot and he has become more childish.

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The next day, An Minghe carried a small bag filled with food for his classmates.

“Wow, Minghyuk, you really brought it?”

"This is my tofu skewer, this is my tofu skewer, don't push it!"

"Wow! Minghe, your father's cooking is so delicious. I wish I were your father's son. His cooking must be delicious too, unlike my mother's. It has no taste at all, but she still forces us to say it's delicious!"

An Minghe pursed his lips and said, "Dad's cooking is indeed delicious."

A child sitting in the corner saw everyone surrounding An Minghe and couldn't help but sneer, "What's so delicious about a street stall? It's all junk food!"

Everyone was very unhappy when they heard this and refuted it one after another.

"What junk food? These dishes are all fresh! My mom won't let me eat out. Uncle An's skewers are the only snack I can eat! My mom said they're very clean!"

"Yes, yes, what gives you the right to say that about Uncle An?"

"Is a guy selling skewers at a stall worthy of you calling him uncle?" Wan Liming was indignant. Obviously, his family was so rich, and he often brought a lot of foreign snacks to share with everyone, but no one liked to play with him and always gathered around that poor little guy.

"Wan Liming, you are rude, we don't want to play with you!"

"Wan Liming is the most annoying. He always forces us to do things. Let's not play with him anymore!"

Wan Liming's face flushed with anger as he angrily said, "If you don't want to play, then don't play. I won't share any snacks with you anymore! You country bumpkins!"

"Who wants to eat your food? My family is rich, my mom will buy it for me!"

"That's right, Chuan Chuan Xiang is much more delicious than those snacks of yours, who wants them!"

Seeing that the snacks were no threat to anyone, Wan Liming sat on the stool angrily, his eyes wide open like an angry puffer fish.

An Minghe walked up to Wan Liming and said, "Teacher said that there is no distinction between high and low professions. No matter what you do, as long as you earn money with your own hands, you deserve respect. You shouldn't say that about my father."

Wan Liming turned his head away fiercely. An Minghe didn't think he could apologize, so he returned to his seat after saying that.

Seeing An Minghe coming back, his deskmate comforted him, "Don't be sad, An Minghe, we all don't like Wan Liming."

"I'm not sad." Dad said, everyone has their own ideas, we can't control other people's ideas, just keep your original heart.

Seeing An Minghe pick up another book he couldn't understand and read it carefully, his deskmate said admiringly, "What are you reading now? You're amazing! I don't know a single word of the books you're reading. Every time I go home and tell my mom about these books, she always praises you."

An Minghe said seriously, "You will learn calculus in the future."

Before school started, An Minghe often went to the Klin base to study. After school started, he only went to the Klin base on weekends. All the books he read were specially selected for him by Lou Yihua. Now he has learned college mathematics calculus.

"The teacher is here!"

The most mischievous child sitting behind the door shouted, and the whole class suddenly became quiet.

When the math teacher arrived at the classroom, he was very satisfied to see the quiet atmosphere. He looked at An Minghe who was sitting obediently in his seat reading a book, and his eyes were full of love.

He quickly finished the lesson for the day and spent the rest of the time with everyone doing exercises. When passing by An Minghe's seat, he would always subconsciously slow down his pace.

When the bell rang, he assigned homework and returned to his office.

I couldn't help but sigh with a teacher in the office, "An Minghe is an incredible kid. He's already learning college calculus, and he's only 7 years old!"

Another teacher couldn't help but exclaim, "This child has incredible talent for math. It's truly a blessing that we have the privilege to teach him."

Another cheerful teacher laughed and said, "Maybe we can use this as a topic of conversation in the future. Wow, a genius teacher, what a title, wow."