"Son, Teacher Ou said that you don't like to communicate with other students in class. Can you tell me why?"

Pei Ziheng raised his pretty face and asked her, "Is this what Teacher Ou wanted you to go to his office yesterday?"

Shen Mingzhu nodded and kindly concealed the fact that Ou Liya said Zhao Yun and his friends were bad students.

She invited Zhao Yun and others to the food factory today in order to observe the characters of these children up close.

In her opinion, Zhao Yun and his friends don't have any major moral problems except that they are naughty, playful and unstudious. With proper guidance and restraint, they may become better in the future.

"Mom, can you bake me some cookies when you have time?"

This was the first time Pei Ziheng took the initiative to make such a request to her.

Although Pei Ziheng is introverted and seems to be unsociable, he is very Buddhist when it comes to food, clothing, housing and transportation. He eats whatever she cooks, and the same goes for clothes. As long as they are prepared by her, Pei Ziheng will wear them obediently and never complain or make any comments.

"Of course. What kind of cookies do you want? Do you want to eat them yourself or give them to friends?"

"I want to treat my classmates to a meal."

Shen Mingzhu naturally supported her son's idea and took it to heart.

The next day, she squeezed in her work into the morning, and when she got home and had lunch at noon, she took out her tools and started baking cookies.

Taking into account all aspects of children's preferences and dietary taboos, she made milky and crispy cookies.

Including Pei Ziheng, there were a total of 42 children in the class. She baked 120 cookies, each the size of a child's palm. Two cookies were packed in a bag, and the extra ones were given by Pei Ziheng to Ou Liya.

She had a vague feeling that Ou Liya was prejudiced against her and Pei Ziheng, but in order for the other party to take better care of Pei Ziheng, she could only pretend to be ignorant and continue to show her goodwill.

This is roughly what a loving mother’s heart is like.

For the sake of the children, I can endure any grievance.

After a busy afternoon and being sweaty, I finally finished roasting.

The table was filled with golden cookies, with a tangy milky aroma. Pei Yang helped her pack the cookies into small paper bags. Pei Yang ate them secretly while packing them, one bite at a time. In a short while, he had eaten several pieces, which made Shen Mingzhu lose her temper before she calmed down.

The next day, Shen Mingzhu helped Pei Ziheng carry the biscuits to school.

When all the students in the class were present, Pei Ziheng handed the cookies to each student one by one, "These are the cookies my mother baked. Please have some."

The whole class was flattered and each of their faces was filled with excitement and joy.

Pei Ziheng was handsome and had good grades. All the classmates in the class actually wanted to be friends with him, but he was cold and indifferent and ignored everyone, so everyone gradually distanced themselves from him.

But today he broke his usual habit and took the initiative to treat everyone to cookies, immediately winning the favor of the entire class.

The world of children is extremely pure and simple. Just a little bit of sweetness is enough to dissolve all past unhappiness.

"Pei Ziheng, thank you!"

"Pei Ziheng, the cookies your mother baked are so delicious!"

"Ziheng, your mother is so nice, she's beautiful and can bake cookies, you are so lucky!"

Pei Ziheng looked at the classmates who were surrounding him and flattering him. Although he was very annoyed, he maintained a decent smile on his face, "As long as you like it, you can ask me if you have any questions about your studies in the future."

"Wow!"

"Really?"

"Pei Ziheng, can I go with you after school?"

No, I don't want to go with you.

Pei Ziheng looked at his female classmate and complained in his heart, but he replied, "Of course."

"I want to go with you, too. Our families are all heading in the same direction."

"Well, let's go together."

Looking at the happy faces, Pei Ziheng thought silently: If he gets along well with his classmates, Teacher Ou will not talk to his mother anymore, right? ...

"Teacher Ou, these are the cookies my mother baked herself. Please try them."

Olya took the biscuits from Pei Ziheng with a smile and said, "Thank your mother for me."

"Um."

After Pei Ziheng left the office, a female teacher who was on good terms with him came up to Ou Liya and winked, "Mother Pei Ziheng has brought you food again."

Olya smiled faintly and handed over the cookie box. "You want to eat? Here you go."

The female teacher said hurriedly: "It's given to you by Baba, how can I take it? I just want to taste it."

As she spoke, the female teacher took a pack of cookies from the box, opened it, took a bite and exclaimed, "It tastes pretty good, crispy and crumbly, with a milky aroma. I don't know how she made it."

Hearing this, Olivia also took a pack to taste, and the taste was indeed good.

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But as a rural woman, she is only good at cooking.

"She doesn't know how to behave, but she's good at winning people's hearts. She gives you this and that from time to time, but every time she gives you something low-class, like homemade mooncakes or homemade biscuits. She's so stingy."

Olya smiled, "You think they are stingy, but I think they are really distressed."

The female teacher covered her mouth and laughed. "It's not impossible. Rural people are like that. My cousin's wife from the countryside always brings a few eggs to my house every time she comes to the city. She treats them like treasures and says how hard it was to save them. Who cares about her eggs?"

Hearing this, a young male teacher sitting opposite said sarcastically, "You look down on the gifts given by others, but you enjoy eating them."

"What do you have to do? Prepare your lessons!"

The female teacher spat at the other person and turned to continue chatting with Ou Liya, "Your classmate Cui Junyou's mother is really generous. She spent real money. I envy you so much."

As he spoke, he lifted up Olya's right hand, and on her wrist was a glittering silver bracelet that was particularly eye-catching.

Olya pulled her hand back and replied casually, "It's okay, it's just silver, not gold."

"Silver is not bad. This is at least equivalent to one month's salary. I wish I could meet such a generous parent someday."

Outside the office door.

Pei Ziheng's pupils turned dark, and he turned expressionlessly towards the classroom.

…

Friday came in a blink of an eye.

During the class meeting, after Ou Liya finished talking about discipline, she suddenly announced that the seats would be changed.

The original seats were arranged according to height, with shorter people sitting in the front and taller people sitting in the back.

However, this time the seats were not arranged according to height. Some students with poor grades or those who liked to talk and disobey discipline in class were arranged to sit in the back row.

There is nothing wrong with this.

Surprisingly, Pei Ziheng's seat was also arranged in the second to last row at the back.

Pei Ziheng has neither of the two faults: poor academic performance and failure to abide by discipline.

On the contrary, since he had the best grades in the class and was also the youngest and shortest, it was reasonable for him to sit in the first row.

Regarding the new seat arranged by Ou Liya, Pei Ziheng just looked at her quietly for two seconds and packed up his things without saying anything.

Second update~