"Hehe, you two are pretty good."

"Sigh! Are we scared? Go back and talk to my mom, she'll listen to you."

"Hehe. I wouldn't dare say."

"Then don't betray us either!"

"Alright. I won't say anything if Auntie doesn't ask, but I won't lie if she does."

The rice was cooked, and the braised pork was tender. I also stir-fried three other dishes. I also sliced ​​a plate of braised beef and braised pig's head meat.

Zhang Shouyi and Zhuzi were in charge of setting the table. The four of them sat down to eat.

"Hongmei stewed pork is still the best. On the way here, Brother Xiaoshun said he wanted to eat your stewed pork."

Zhu Zi didn't say a word, but he was incredibly fast at picking up food with his chopsticks.

After the meal, the two men were responsible for cleaning up the mess.

"Honey, you get some sleep. Xiao Li is coming to pick me up. I'm going to work. I'll definitely be home by six tonight."

"Okay, you can go ahead and get busy."

Rooms were arranged for Zhu Zi and Er Ya to rest.

"Sister Er Ya, wait a moment, I'll go get the photo album."

Zhang Hongmei pointed the two men out to Er Ya. "This is Cheng Guangxu. He's in the Mathematics Department at Capital University. Cai Peilin is his classmate."

"Hongmei, I find Cai Peilin more pleasing to the eye."

"Oh? Why?"

"Didn't you say it was your first impression?"

"Hehe, let me tell you about their personalities. We live together, so this is what I know, though it might not be entirely accurate."

Let me start with Cai Peilin. We lived together for three years, and he rarely spoke—really, very rarely. I might not hear him say a single word all day. But he was a very good person; he was the kind of person who, though he didn't say much, was very perceptive.

He was also exceptionally intelligent; the four of us completed a four-year program in three years. However, he was an orphan and not particularly well-liked in the village. I think it's because he doesn't talk much that he's like that.

Cheng Guangxu is a talkative, simple-minded, and good-natured person. He said he grew up eating food from everyone in the village, so he asked Brother Zhang for a month's leave, bought a lot of things, and took some money back to the village to thank everyone.

"Hehe, these two are both so smart, they wouldn't look down on me, would they?"

"How would I know? This isn't some kind of business partnership where you can just meet certain conditions. This is about two people living together. You have to be the one who likes it."

"I know that. They're all quite eligible, but let's talk about it in person first. You can't really tell anything from just a photo!"

"Okay, I'll pick you up when they get back. We'll have a meal together. Then you can observe which one is more suitable."

"Red Plum, which one do you think is better?"

"Hehe, how would I know?"

"Then can you give me some advice?"

"Sister Er Ya, you just need to consider whose personality you can accept. As for the rest, they are all on the same starting line."

"Oh, Hongmei, you said I'm a rather dull person. I think it's better to complement each other. That way, we won't live together and never talk to each other."

"Yeah, that makes sense. But do you think you won't find him too talkative?"

The two of them burst into laughter.

"Let's wait until we meet them in person before we talk! Hongmei, the boss told you to go rest, go get some sleep. Come find me when you wake up."

Zhang Hongmei returned to her bedroom, drank a glass of water, and picked up a book to try and fall asleep.

It was also during these last two days that Zhang Shouyi became too unrestrained. He fell into a deep sleep very soon afterward.

Er Ya leaned against the bed, trying to read. She couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept replaying the image of Jing Ze and the other two when they last met. But now, Hong Mei looked so incredibly happy.

It's tough on Jingze. His great-grandmother must be incredibly sad. And his first wife and aunt must all be hoping he'll get married and have children. He's already twenty-eight; just thinking about it makes me anxious.

Zhang Shouyi sat in his office, having already met with four secretaries in this period of time; the documents on his desk were piled up like a mountain.

He was multitasking, reviewing documents and listening to reports at the same time, while simultaneously signing documents. Even if he were to handle three tasks at once, he couldn't manage it all.

In the afternoon, Zhang Hongmei woke up full of energy, and the three of them sat in the living room, having endless things to talk about.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoshun came to pick up Er Ya and Zhu Zi and took them to school.

Zhang Hongmei had prepared the fish balls in her spatial storage, and all she had to do was wait for Zhang Shouyi to come back for dinner.

She dialed Roger's number and said, "Hello, this is Zhang Hongmei."

"Miss, I've been waiting for your call."

"Hehe, I've been busy these past few days. If you're busy, you can come to the capital to see me tomorrow. I don't have time to go right now; I haven't met many acquaintances yet, so I simply can't leave. If things are too urgent, you'll have to come to me."

"Okay, Miss, I'll come to see you tomorrow afternoon, but I don't know the address."

Where can you find it?

"I don't know anywhere."

"Then you should find a driver. I'll tell the driver the address after you find one."

"Okay, I'll contact you later. Is Peter coming along too?"

"Okay, I'll call him."

Having made the agreement, Zhang Hongmei was relieved to let Roger and Peter discuss it amongst themselves.

I can go to the school tomorrow morning; it's Monday, so the principal and teachers should all be there. I can take advantage of that time to see them.

After thinking it over, I decided to choose gifts for Kong Mingde and Zheng Chongyu from the ring; as for others, I'd better not.

And I'll get to see Song Zigan tomorrow. Look at what's become of the student council president of the Capital University, that once prominent figure.

I'm really looking forward to seeing him. He's definitely not the naive and impulsive Song Zigan I used to be.

In the end, I gave each of them a cashmere trench coat; that was all I could do, there wasn't much else I could prepare. And it wasn't too conspicuous.

But I'm struggling to find a gift for Song Zigan. They're just good friends, but there's a difference between men and women, so clothes wouldn't be appropriate. What could I give him? Maybe a camera? That would be a good gift; he'd definitely like it. Oh right, I also need to go to Liu Jingzhang's photo studio later to bring them thirty rolls of film.

I need to ask for his address to thank him for his frequent visits to keep Gu Chuanming company. The old man may not say it, but he's very lonely and needs someone to be with him.

I've been so busy these past few days that I forgot about Liang Yongmin. I wonder how he's doing now. It's really not a good idea to compete with the government for talent, but he's definitely a valuable asset.

I quickly found Liang Yongmin and Wei Huaqiang's addresses, wrote them letters, and left my phone number with them. You never know, you might actually need it someday!

Thinking about it, I feel like a failure, since no female classmates approached me.