After everyone left, Tian Chengcheng asked Fu Xinhan to cut the meat himself.
Fu Xinhan cut a palm-sized piece of pork liver and half a pound of pork belly.
By this time, it was dark.
Tian Hengyuan didn't have time to see Fu Xinhan off, so he stuffed a half-burnt candle and half a box of matches into his hand.
"If you get scared on the road, light it up."
Fu Xinhan nodded, hesitated for a while and asked cautiously, afraid that Tian Hengyuan would refuse.
"Well. Uncle, Fubao said you are a college student. Can you teach me how to read?"
Tian Hengyuan is kind by nature, and I was happy to hear that he was eager to learn.
"Okay, come over when you have time and I'll teach you. But learning is hard, so you have to work hard."
When saying this, Tian Hengyuan never thought that the idea of enduring hardships in studying did not exist at all in front of a genius and a "pseudo-genius".
"I'm not afraid of hardship." Fu Xinhan said firmly.
"Okay, drive slowly." Tian Hengyuan patted his shoulder and saw him out.
Fu Xinhan seemed very happy, nodded, and left in the dark.
The old lady sighed, "He's a sensible child. Although we don't have much, we will help him if we can."
Tian Hengyuan responded and went to cook happily.
Tian Chengcheng hurriedly put on her shoes, "Uncle, let me help you."
"No need, uncle can do it alone. Fubao, you should take a rest. You are exhausted today. You even had a fever in the afternoon. Do you feel uncomfortable?" Tian Hengyuan said as he touched her head. The temperature was normal.
Tian Chengcheng was very persistent, not because she wanted to work.
She was afraid that Tian Hengyuan would boil the vegetables.
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