Two days later, in the early morning, Luo Xiang'er, dressed in a light blue waist-length skirt, followed her parents and brother to Fengcheng School in a carriage. On the way, the mother wanted to comfort her daughter, after all, this was the first time her daughter appeared in public in eight years, and it was inevitable that she would be nervous and restrained, but when she saw it, the eldest lady was enjoying the scenery outside the car comfortably, so she closed her mouth.

The carriage drove to the gate of Fengcheng School in the east before Chen, and the normal class time of the school was Chenshi, so Luo Xiang'er, who got out of the carriage, saw that the gate was four meters wide and closed, and there was a horizontal plaque with four powerful characters written on it. Her brother told her that this character was inscribed by the first priest at the beginning of the school 2,000 years ago. When he was 1,000 years old, he resigned from his position and traveled to cultivate. The current sacrificial wine is the third, and his predecessor hung up his boots when he had completed five hundred years in office.

After the parents went to the concierge to register, the four of them walked in through the side door. Luo Xiang'er saw a rounded middle-aged man sitting in the porter drinking a large bowl of green rice porridge on a plate of mixed vegetables, and intuitively felt that this person was definitely a foodie, and he was a hidden master.

Luo Xiang'er took out a small oily paper bag containing three shrimp dumplings from the small storage bag that was already full of various school supplies and food on a whim, and walked into the gatehouse. She looked at the middle-aged man who had just taken a sip of porridge and puffed out her cheeks, opened the paper bag, and suddenly a not strong and heavy aroma of pork mixed with the smell of fresh shrimp wafted away. I saw this middle-aged man swallow the porridge, snorted twice quickly, and the figure had arrived in front of Luo Xiang'er in a flash, looking at the three steaming snacks in the bag with wide eyes, the skin was as thin as paper, and it was vaguely visible that there was a plump prawn on top of the meat filling. This delicate appearance is very easy to arouse people's appetite, he swallowed his saliva and asked, "What is this?" "Shrimp dumplings, I'll serve you porridge." The middle-aged man picked up the small paper bag, immediately reached out and pinched a shrimp dumpling, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. Wait until you finish eating the first shrimp dumpling with your eyes closed, immediately pick up the second one and throw it into your mouth, then the third one...... Stretching out his hand again, he found that the paper bag was empty, and immediately looked up at Luo Xiang'er expectantly, and his round eyes were squeezed a few times. Luo Xiang'er smiled and said, "If you like to eat, I'll bring some tomorrow." The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly: "Then bring more, three is too little to eat." After speaking, he shook his head again: "Don't bring it, I'm not here tomorrow." Luo Xiang'er nodded and walked out of the gatehouse.

She saw her parents waiting for her not far away, so she ran a few steps to follow. The father touched his daughter's head and said with a smile, "I've given someone to eat." Luo Xiang'er nodded: "I saw that he only drank a bowl of porridge, so I gave him three shrimp dumplings." The elder brother quipped beside him: "Oops! Shrimp dumplings are my big favorite, and my brother hasn't eaten them this morning! Luo Xiang'er sensed the man's divine sense, and said slightly: "Don't worry, I'll make you crab roe xiaolongbao to eat tomorrow morning." My brother smiled very happily.

When a few people came to a row of houses with striking white walls and black tiles against the green trees on both sides, they stopped. Luo Qingyang came to the door of the third room from the left and knocked lightly three times, and after receiving an answer, he signaled that his parents and sister could come in.