Zhao Yun and the others stared at Shen Mingzhu blankly, their expressions filled with shock and envy.

Pei Ziheng's mother is also pretty.

Shen Mingzhu gently touched her son's head, and looked at Zhao Yun and the others with her bright almond eyes, smiling, "Hello, are you all Ziheng's friends?"

Zhao Yun and the others looked at each other and nodded guiltily.

Shen Mingzhu smiled and invited everyone to go to the food factory to play, and said that there was a ping-pong table in the factory, and they could come to the factory to play ping-pong whenever they had nothing to do. The children immediately agreed happily.

For Zhao Yun and his friends, playing table tennis was nothing special, but having an extra place to play was enough to make them excited.

When they arrived at the food factory, Shen Mingzhu took out snacks and soda to treat the children.

It was not until then that Zhao Yun and his friends realized that the "Mingzhu" spicy strips were actually Pei Ziheng's family business. They immediately became even more envious of Pei Ziheng.

For them now, having endless snacks at home is much cooler than having endless money to spend.

While the children were having fun playing table tennis, Shen Mingzhu brought Pei Ziheng into the office for questioning.

"Did they bully you?"

Pei Ziheng shook his head.

Shen Mingzhu took out Zhao Yun's homework book from his schoolbag, "What is this? Why is his homework book in your schoolbag?"

"He doesn't like doing homework, so I help him. Isn't it normal for friends to help each other?"

Shen Mingzhu choked up, "Helping him with homework is not helping him, it's harming him. Doing homework is a necessary process for learning. Only by doing homework can you master the knowledge more firmly..."

etc!

Shen Mingzhu suddenly realized something and looked at her son in disbelief. "You help him with his homework? Can you do fifth grade homework?"

Silly mom, you finally got to the point.

Pei Ziheng complained in his heart, but replied obediently: "A little bit."

Shen Mingzhu was skeptical and put the fifth-grade homework book in front of him, "Write one for me."

Pei Ziheng blinked his black eyes, "Mom, didn't you just say that helping with homework is harming people?"

“…”

…

Looking at the older children lined up in a row, Shen Mingzhu put her hands behind her back and asked with a smile, "Are you having fun here?"

Zhao Yun and the others wiped their sweat and nodded.

"If you're having fun, then do your homework. You can go home after you finish it."

Zhao Yun and the others were dumbfounded.

No, if you had said you had to do your homework we wouldn’t have come.

In order not to worry the parents of several children, Shen Mingzhu called them one by one to explain the situation.

Zhao Yun and his friends are unruly kids who act mischievously when they get home. Their parents are very happy to have Shen Mingzhu to help watch over them while they do their homework.

In the staff cafeteria, Zhao Yun and a few others sat around a dining table, scratching their heads and starting to do their homework.

Pei Ziheng instructed one person and then another, just like a little teacher.

Daya, who is already in kindergarten, sat quietly at another table, drawing on a notebook with crayons.

If she had doubts before about Pei Ziheng's ability to write fifth-grade homework, then at this moment, all the doubts in her heart turned into shock and pride.

I feel proud but also guilty.

She and Pei Ziheng lived under the same roof every day, but she had no idea what the other was doing, what friends he made, or how much he had learned.

She is such an incompetent mother.

Because there are not many employees in the food factory, everyone usually takes turns cooking.

Today it was Du Juan's turn. After Shen Mingzhu came in, she took the spatula from Du Juan and prepared to make two dishes that the children liked.

Considering that children generally prefer sweet food, Shen Mingzhu made a dish of sweet and sour pork ribs and a dish of cola chicken wings.

Shen Mingzhu prepared enough portions for each dish to ensure that there was enough for her five half-grown children and the factory workers.

When the children finished their homework and saw the sweet and sour pork ribs and cola chicken wings on the table, they danced with joy as if it was Chinese New Year, and their mouths were filled with sweetness.

"Thank you Aunt Mingzhu!"

"Aunt Mingzhu, you are so beautiful!"

"Aunt Mingzhu, I love you!!"

Shen Mingzhu was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing, but Pei Ziheng had a gloomy face and stared at the child who "confessed his love". He looked at him with disdain no matter how he looked at him.

Not only the children enjoyed the meal, but the employees also enjoyed it.

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Although the food at the food factory is usually not bad and meat can be found in almost every meal, the opportunity to eat meat like today is extremely rare.

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After eating and drinking, the lights on the street were already coming on, and Shen Mingzhu and Pei Ziheng sent the children home one by one.

Fortunately, the children’s homes are all in nearby neighborhoods, and the farthest one is only three blocks away, so I can just think of it as a walk to help digest the food.

Along the way, the children were chattering, asking her how the cola chicken wings were made in the evening, and then asking her how the spicy strips and dried tofu were produced.

It’s annoying to be asked this question too often, but when I see the innocent smiles on the children’s faces when they know the answers, I inexplicably find them cute.

The last one to return home was Zhao Yun. Among the children, his home was a little farther away.

However, Zhao Yun's family conditions seemed to be good. They lived in one of the few wealthy areas in Fengcheng, and the houses there were all small stand-alone villas.

After watching Zhao Yun enter the community gate, Shen Mingzhu took Pei Ziheng's hand and prepared to go home.

After walking for a while, Zhao Yun's voice came from behind: "Aunt Mingzhu, wait!"

Shen Mingzhu turned around and saw Zhao Yun chasing after her carrying a box of something.

"Aunt Mingzhu, this, this is for you!"

After catching up, Zhao Yun breathlessly stuffed the thing in his hand into Shen Mingzhu's arms.

Shen Mingzhu took a look under the streetlight and saw that it was bird's nest! "Aunt Mingzhu, bird's nest can beautify your skin, you can take it back and stew it!"

After Zhao Yun finished speaking, he asked hesitantly, "Aunt Mingzhu, can I still come to your house for dinner in the future?"

Under the dim streetlight, Shen Mingzhu looked at the other person's flushed face and asked, "Do your parents know that you took this out?"

Zhao Yun scratched his head and said, "I have a lot of bird's nests at home. My dad doesn't usually care about them. I don't have a mom."

The last three words made Shen Mingzhu's heart tingle.

She returned the bird's nest to Zhao Yun and patted his shoulder, which was almost as tall as her chest. "As long as you get along well with Ziheng and truly treat him as a friend, Auntie welcomes you to visit our home anytime."

Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly lit up like little lights, "Really? Thank you Aunt Mingzhu!"

"Aunt Mingzhu, goodbye. Ziheng, goodbye!"

The mother and son had already walked some distance away, but Zhao Yun was still standing there, waving at them, grinning like a fool.

Pei Ziheng couldn't help but look back as he walked, with sympathy and dissatisfaction in his dark eyes.

He felt sympathy because he knew how miserable a child without a mother was, but he was also dissatisfied with Zhao Yun for using bird's nest to please his mother and win her sympathy and pity.

He equally hated anyone who tried to take away his mother's love.