Wang Xinyi was cooking and didn't pay attention to what Zhao Tiancheng said. She just casually replied, "Hehe, you're three years older than me, so I'll call you Brother Zhao from now on."
"Hehe, that's great, then I'll call you Xinyi?"
"Hehe, I'm getting old, it's not appropriate to call me that anymore. Just call me by my name."
"Okay, Wang Xinyi, how much longer until dinner? Shall I help?"
"Brother Zhao, no need. Dinner will be ready in an hour."
Zhao Haozheng knew his father best and knew that his dad was interested and ready to make a move. He gave his father a thumbs up.
Zhao Tiancheng smiled and nodded. "Then you two get back to work, I'll head out."
Now that Zhao Haozheng had gained confidence, he fawned over Wang Xinyi, which aroused Wang Xinyi's maternal instincts, and Zhao Haozheng's status in her heart rose sharply.
Zhao Tiancheng returned to the living room in a cheerful mood, feeling that this was his belated destiny.
It's truly remarkable that I could find a woman I like at this age.
People's emotions can be contagious. Nobody understood what good things Mr. Zhao had experienced while he was away for so long, or why he was so happy.
Zhang Hongmei didn't pay attention to him and therefore didn't notice Zhao Tiancheng's difference. The vocabulary of this era differed somewhat from what she had learned in later generations, so she was currently supplementing her knowledge in this way.
An hour later, Zhao Tiancheng announced that today's class was over and that it would be time to eat. After saying that, he went to the kitchen.
"Wang Xinyi, our class is over. I'll help serve the dishes."
"No need, Brother Zhao, Yuping and the others will be here soon." Wang Xinyi is a very contradictory person. She received a modern education, but deep down she is a traditional woman. Subconsciously, she believes that kitchen work is not something men should do.
Zhao Tiancheng was even more satisfied. Although he wasn't a chauvinist, after two or three decades of traditional upbringing, his expectations of women were ingrained in his bones.
At this point, the men were in charge of tidying up the living room, while the women came to the kitchen to help.
Wang Xin prepared five large salt-baked chickens for dinner, three large bowls of stewed beef with tomatoes and potatoes, and a dish of lettuce with dipping sauce.
The staple food was steamed buns. We didn't prepare porridge; there wasn't enough time.
After dinner, it was already dark, and Zhao Tiancheng and his son were about to leave.
"Zhang Hongmei, Aunt Wang, a dozen of us have discussed it and decided to stay here tonight. Mr. Zhao will be coming to give us a lesson tomorrow. Thank you for your help."
"Hehe, it's okay."
Zhang Hongmei nodded in agreement. Seeing how eagerly they were to learn, she would definitely not refuse to help if she could.
“Okay, my son and I will come early tomorrow morning. Please ask Wang Xinyi to help prepare two rooms.”
"Hehe, no problem, Brother Zhao, but is it alright if we all stay on the first floor?"
"Hehe, the first floor is better."
Zhang Hongmei was puzzled. How could things be progressing so quickly? They've even changed how they address each other?
After seeing the father and son off, Zhang Hongmei told Wang Xinyi to go and rest, since cooking for twenty people was no easy task.
The sixteen of them sat in the living room studying. An hour later, Zhang Hongmei saw that they showed no sign of finishing, but she didn't want to stay there any longer.
"Everyone, please make yourselves at home. I'm tired and need to rest. Cheng Guangxu, don't stay up too late either. Tomorrow is your first day of class, so you need to be energetic."
Back in my room, I entered the space through the bathroom.
I took a nice bath, then lay in bed reading Zhang Shouyi's letters. There was even one from Gu Chuanming.
The old man didn't say much in the letter, just told me to take care of my health and not to overwork myself.
Zhang Hongmei felt a pang of sadness. He was almost eighty years old, and yet he still cared about her. She decided to get some spiritual spring water for Zhang Shouyi and Gu Chuanming to drink in a while to ensure their health.
Zhang Shouyi's entire piece was about missing himself; I never knew he possessed such a talent for writing. He took out his pen and recounted the day's events, omitting, of course, the troublesome parts.
At this moment, Zhang Shouyi had just finished his training and received Zhang Hongmei's reply. After reading it, he felt that the girl was just giving him a perfunctory answer, but there was nothing he could do. That was just the kind of person she was, and she had already made great progress.
Another letter arrived, this one for Gu Chuanming. That old guy must be happy.
"Xiao Li, go and give this letter to Old Master Gu first."
The next day at 5:30, Zhang Hongmei got up and practiced Tai Chi with Wang Xinyi in the yard. Just as they finished, Zhao Tiancheng and his son drove up, followed by a truck.
This is a real move, but it's not bad. Someone can keep Wang Xinyi company, and it will save her from being lonely.
Everyone who heard the commotion came out to help. Everything was tidied up in half an hour.
For breakfast, Wang Xinyi prepared rice porridge, boiled eggs, and pancakes. She also chopped some pickled red vegetables to mix with cucumber strips, along with onions and cilantro.
At eight o'clock, Zhang Hongmei and the other three, along with Zhao Hao, left for school, while the rest of the group resumed their study routine from the previous day.
When we went through the enrollment procedures, all four of us chose computer science, but the school didn't put us in the same class; instead, each of us was in a separate class.
Zhang Hongmei didn't care; it was all the same to her wherever she was.
John led Zhang Hongmei to the classroom. Actually, other schools had been in session for more than two months. Zhang Hongmei was relieved that the current system was not perfect, otherwise she would have had to wait for other schools to reopen before she could come to school.
Zhang Hongmei's homeroom teacher was an elderly male professor. John gave him some instructions, smiled at Zhang Hongmei, and left.
"We have a female student from China who transferred to our class today. I don't know her well, so let's ask her to introduce herself."
Zhang Hongmei nodded to the professor. Standing beside the lectern, she gave a fluent self-introduction.
"Hello everyone, I am Zhang Hongmei from China. I am very honored to be able to continue my studies at this university. I hope we can get along well in the future."
"Hello Zhang Hongmei, I'm Steve James, your class advisor. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions. You can also go to the registrar's office to pick up your books now. The first class starts in half an hour. Since you're a transfer student, you've fallen behind in many classes. I hope you can successfully graduate this term."
"Thank you, Mr. Steve," Zhang Hongmei said before leaving the classroom to go to the academic affairs office to collect her books.
She left, but the classroom erupted in chaos. There were many radicals there, and they were extremely resentful of the enemy people currently at war.
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