“Hongmei, that person from yesterday has been watching you.” Zeng Zhongkang said to Zhang Hongmei when he had a chance to speak.

Before he could even say anything, Cheng Guangxu was already getting anxious. "Zeng Zhongkang, who is that?"

"Alright. You don't need to worry. He really is our classmate. Just ignore him."

"Hongmei, why does he always stare at you?"

Zhang Hongmei rolled her eyes inelegantly. "How would I know? Why should I care? Come on, let's continue."

Wyatt Roy was drinking coffee on the side, listening to his goddess's sweet voice, and felt better, which was really strange.

When the lunch break ended, Zeng Zhongkang and the other two spontaneously escorted Zhang Hongmei to the classroom.

Roy followed behind them, watching the goddess sit down, and glanced indifferently at the freckled, slightly chubby girl next to her.

The person very conscientiously packed their things, stood up, and left.

Wyattroy also gathered his belongings and sat down next to Zhang Hongmei.

Zhang Hongmei noticed it from the beginning, but she had no right to stop him. Besides, what could he do even if he sat next to her?

"Zhang Hongmei, let me introduce myself. My name is Wyattroy, I am twenty-four years old, and I am very happy to be your classmate and to become your friend in the future."

Zhang Hongmei glanced at his outstretched hand and shook her head. "Hello, I'm also very happy that we are classmates. As for friends, that depends on the future. There is an old saying in our country: 'Those with similar interests may not be able to become friends.' I came here from overseas to learn skills, and I have put all my energy into my studies. I have very little time to make friends."

Wyatt Roy suddenly laughed and withdrew his hand. "Well then, Zhang, we'll see what happens in the future?"

Zhang Hongmei smiled politely and then looked down at her book again.

All the students in the class were watching what happened here, and they were all very surprised. Why was Wyatt, who was usually so irritable and easily angered, so easy to talk to today? Could it be that he had taken a fancy to this Asian girl?

Wyattroy sat next to Zhang Hongmei and felt a special sense of peace. He picked up a book and started reading, and he didn't expect it to have such an effect.

Zhang Hongmei didn't care who sat next to her, as long as they didn't affect her.

Roy didn't get a chance to talk to the goddess until school was over, but he seemed to be getting more determined despite the setbacks.

The four of them left the school, and Cheng Guangxiu was still driving Zhang Hongmei. "Hongmei, I don't think any of our teachers are as good as you. Really, you can ask Cai Peilin if you don't believe me."

"That's because we're saying the same things. You understand quickly."

"is that so?"

"Yes. That's right. They speak a foreign language, and you have to translate it in your head, which is why it's difficult."

"Hongmei, I heard from my classmates that your professor is very capable."

"Haha, I also think it's pretty impressive, very professional."

When the four of them returned home and entered the living room, they were greeted by a rich aroma of food.

Wang Xinyi came out to greet her, "Hongmei, wash your hands and eat. I've prepared soup for you."

"Hehe, thank you, Aunt Wang, your outfit is so beautiful!"

"You're just trying to fool me. I've worn this outfit at home before, and you've never praised me for it."

"Hehe, maybe that's why your complexion wasn't as good back then as it is now."

The two chatted and laughed, while Zhao Tiancheng sat on the sofa, watching them with a smile.

Zhao Hao moved closer to his father and asked, "Dad, why is Mom so good to Zhang Hongmei?"

"Hehe, your mother decided long ago that Zhang Hongmei would take care of her in her old age. The two of them have a very good relationship."

"Why?"

Zhao Hao's seemingly nonsensical question was understandable to Zhao Tiancheng.

"Because your mother thought she would live alone for the rest of her life, but she met Zhang Hongmei, so she had that idea."

“Dad, Zhang Hongmei is really good. My mom has a good eye.”

The five returned to the living room. At this moment, a middle-aged woman in her forties came out of the kitchen. Zhang Hongmei's impression of her was so-so. She was also very ordinary, with her head down, giving off a petty and unsophisticated feeling.

"Hongmei, this is the chef Mr. Zhao invited. Try it and see if it suits your taste." Wang Xinyi pulled Zhang Hongmei up, and the others followed her to the restaurant.

The table was laden with dishes, which looked very plentiful, and they tasted pretty good too.

Everyone sat down. The cook served each person a bowl of rice, and there were two plates of steamed buns on the table.

Wang Xinyi handed Zhang Hongmei a bowl of soup and smiled happily after watching her drink it down.

"Mom, why is it that only Zhang Hongmei has soup, but we don't?"

"Hehe, this soup is for girls, it won't have any effect on you."

Zhao Hao nodded as if he understood, and picked up his bowl to eat like everyone else.

Zhang Hongmei picked up her bowl and poured half a bowl for Cheng Guangxu before eating herself. Everyone was used to Zhang Hongmei eating little, so no one paid any attention, but the chef remembered it.

Zhang Hongmei tasted a bite of each dish and felt that the chef's flavors were too strong, which she didn't like. She preferred the lighter dishes made by Wang Xinyi.

"Cheng Guangxu, what do you think of the food?"

"It's delicious. I think it's better than Aunt Wang's."

Zhang Hongmei then looked at Cai Peilin, who simply nodded without interrupting his meal.

Finally, he looked at Zeng Zhongkang and asked, "What do you think?"

"It's alright, I don't care what I eat, it's just a matter of what you think."

“Yes, as long as you think it’s good.” Cheng Guangxu immediately agreed.

Zhao Tiancheng and Zhao Haozheng both nodded, and neither of them had any objections.

"Aunt Wang, do you think this is okay?"

"It's alright, but the flavor is a bit too strong. If you're going to use it, just remind her next time."

"Alright, since no one has any objections, then please stay. Please sit down and have a meal together. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask Ms. Wang Xinyi."

"Yes, I understand. I didn't know everyone's tastes today, so I made it a bit stronger. I'll be more careful in the future."

Zhang Hongmei nodded, saying it would be better to ask about her specific situation after the meal, so as not to affect others.

After dinner, everyone sat in the living room drinking tea. "Hongmei, this person used to be in charge of cleaning for us. She once cooked a meal for us, and I thought she was alright. Now she's all alone in the US. Her husband and child died on the ship."

"Oh? Do you know anything about her specific situation? And how long did she work for you?"

"She was introduced by the Chamber of Commerce and has been working for me for three years. We rarely see each other, so I don't know much about her specific situation, but her relatives are in the Chamber of Commerce."