When she got home the next day, Yan Ruxue still felt dizzy. Holding his head to open the door, he saw his grandfather standing at the door, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand. "Teacher Zhao, you were so busy teaching students early in the morning that you didn't even eat breakfast. Come, drink this bowl of porridge while it's hot. Yan Ruxue was stunned, and was about to say that she was not Teacher Zhao, but she saw Uncle Yang standing behind her grandfather and squeezing her eyes. She understood and took the porridge. The porridge is boiled...

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