Everyone cherished this opportunity. Some felt a pang of emotion; unity is strength, and most importantly, a sense of national belonging. If everyone were cold-hearted and only cared about themselves, we wouldn't be where we are today.
Zhang Hongmei went upstairs, found the pen, and realized that there were steamed buns passed down from Zhang Shouyi in the ring. She felt guilty knowing she could only eat them alone.
No one wanted to rest; everyone was eager to absorb information, like sponges.
At dinner, Wang Xinyi refused help from others. "You all should focus on your studies. Nothing is more important than studying. I'm willing to do it even if I'm tired."
Seeing their elders beaming with joy, the dozen or so young people felt a pang of sadness. With such support, it would be a shame not to reciprocate.
Zhao Haozheng has returned and has been helping Wang Xinyi in the kitchen.
"Aunt Wang, are all people in our country this hardworking? I feel ashamed when I see them like this."
"Hehe, I don't know about others, but that's how they are, especially Hongmei. Her current status is such that even if she doesn't do anything, she's still a superior person. But this little girl is exceptionally hardworking. She's the top student in our country, and she's very well-mannered at such a young age."
"Top scholar? Does that mean the number one I understand?"
"Yes, she's the top scorer in the national college entrance examination. Even if she didn't go abroad, she would receive preferential treatment at the university in the capital and have a good job to choose from. But this girl is only thinking about revitalizing the motherland and insists on coming abroad."
"Hehe, I really didn't expect such a young girl to be so amazing."
"Yes. She's amazing. In my eyes, she excels at everything she does."
"Hehe. Aunt Wang, it must be too tiring for you to cook for so many people by yourself."
"It doesn't matter if I'm tired, as long as they get better, I'm willing to be tired no matter how tired I am."
"But they have nothing to do with you? Aren't you afraid they won't appreciate it?"
"Does it matter? I only do what I want to do. As for what others think, it has little to do with me. I have never thought about them being grateful or repaying me."
"Aunt Wang, you are so amazing! What should I do? I think I want to call you Mom."
"Hehe, silly child, what are you saying? I'll just wait for Hongmei to take care of me in my old age."
"Aren't you lonely without anyone by your side?"
"I did feel lonely before I was not with Hongmei, but now I have something to rely on, and I feel very fulfilled every day."
Zhao Hao felt a pang of sadness; he genuinely wanted to find a companion for his father. He himself had lost his mother at a young age, and he and his father had traveled across the ocean to live here.
Dad divided all his energy into two unequal parts: the heaviest part was naturally on himself, and the rest was on the textile factory.
A woman once pursued my father, but he rejected her, probably for my sake. I think I was happy at the time, believing that no one could take my father away from me.
But now that I'm all grown up, I finally understand how hard my father worked and want to find him a companion.
The moment I saw Wang Xinyi, I knew she was definitely my father's type. Don't ask why I knew; after living with him for so many years, how could I not understand him? But I also knew my father's deep and reserved nature; he would never pursue her openly. So, I decided to help him.
He had learned indirectly that she was single, which was truly a great joy. However, after hearing Wang Xinyi's words, Zhao Haozheng felt uncertain again.
No, we can't give up on this good candidate. He's gentle, kind, and well-educated. If Father is truly blessed, then it will definitely work out.
"Aunt Wang, what do you think of my dad?"
"Mr. Zhao? He seems quite nice."
"Is that all?"
"Hehe, we've only met a few times and we're not familiar with each other yet, but I feel that Mr. Zhao has a gentle temperament and is upright."
"Yes, my dad has a very good temper. I don't remember much about things before I came here. I've never met my mom; my dad raised me all by himself."
My father has never raised his voice; for the past ten years or so, he has lived solely for me.
"Hehe, you and your son are very happy, at least you have each other."
"Aunt Wang, you can do it too, really. I felt a sense of warmth and familiarity with you the moment I saw you, just like a mother. I was so excited when I found out you were single."
Aunt Wang, please be my mother. My father will definitely be a good husband. Besides, we get along so well and happily. Even if you get old and can't move anymore, I swear I will take care of you with all my heart.
Wang Xinyi was taken aback, then chuckled. Although Zhao Hao was in his early twenties, he acted and spoke like a child when she was with him. She really didn't think of him as an adult.
"Silly child, that depends on fate. Besides, I really don't have that idea. Your father probably doesn't know what you're thinking, right? Let's not talk about it, so it won't be awkward when we meet in the future."
You're a good child; it's really admirable that you're so considerate of your father. You're very filial. However, this is a decision your father should make himself. Perhaps he simply doesn't want to go through any more trouble?
"Good child, everything depends on his own wishes. He's worked hard for you half his life, and now that you're grown up, you know how to think of him like this. I think he must be very gratified."
Zhao Hao was looking down when he asked, "Aunt Wang, was I wrong?"
"No, you are very good. Your father has raised you very well. Okay, I made salt-baked chicken today, here's a chicken leg for you."
Zhao Hao was both amused and exasperated. Was this person really treating him like a child? But he still readily accepted the food and couldn't stop after taking a bite.
Zhao Tiancheng, standing outside the door, squinted. He had overheard the entire conversation between the two men. He had come over to pour hot water while they were doing their dictation, but he hadn't expected to overhear such a conversation.
Thinking of Wang Xinyi's gentle appearance, she felt that her son had good taste, finding such a classy mother for him.
I'm 53 years old. My ex-wife passed away from illness, and I've been raising my son alone ever since. Now that my son is grown up, I can finally pursue my own happiness. I never imagined that at this age, I could experience another spring in my life?
After waiting another two or three minutes, I quickened my pace and entered the kitchen.
"Ms. Wang, do you have any hot water?"
"Oh, yes, it's in the thermos. My hands aren't clean, so please get it yourself."
"Ms. Wang, you're too kind. We'll be living together from now on, so this way of addressing each other is too formal. I'm fifty-three years old this year, so let's just call each other by our names. That way, we won't feel too distant."
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