The meals in the college are better than the average family, with four dishes per meal, white flour steamed buns, and white rice.

But it all costs money.

The family can barely support the expenses spent on tuition, pen, ink, paper and inkstone every year, so Chen Jinghao will only spend a penny to buy a steamed bun for each meal, and then he will not be able to fill his stomach with pickles and soybean paste brought from home.

Now that he has a snack, he walks in a cheerful mood.

He was going to open a snack to eat when he returned to his residence, but when he reached a small courtyard, he stopped.

Plum Fragrance Garden.

This is the garden where his husband lives.

Not only that, Mr. Jiang, who came from the state capital a few days ago, also lived with Mr. Jiang.

Looking at the dim sum in his hand, Chen Jinghao hesitated again and again, and finally mustered up the courage to walk towards Meixiangyuan.

The plum fragrance garden is not big, and it is the living room when you walk in.

All six doors in the living room were open, and a row of cushions rested on the polished wooden floor, as well as a low table of mahogany.

On the low table, incense is burned, and tea is burned in a small copper stove.

There were three people sitting around, and there was also a man dressed in black.

One of the three people seated was dressed in a white robe and had a handsome face, which was hard to forget just by looking at it.

"Sir, Mr. Jiang, Mr. Qin."

The Qin Gongzi in front of him is a Sanqin person.

The day before yesterday, he came to their academy and gave them a two-quarter hour lecture, and in the middle of the lecture, he left in a hurry.

However, although he only gave them a two-quarter hour of lessons, it could not hide his talent for learning five cars.

Yes, although Chen Jinghao knew in his heart that the other party was not a few years older than him, he still saluted.

"It's Jing Hao, what are you doing here at the moment?"

Zhang Zhenglin was discussing poetry with Mr. Jiang and Young Master Qin, when he suddenly saw Chen Jinghao coming in, he was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and asked in the tone of an elder and a teacher.

The voice was softened, and Chen Jinghao didn't hear that he was angry.

Quietly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhang Zhenglin, his face did not change, and said respectfully: "The student has nothing important, just thinking of Mr. these few days of hard work, I want to give Mr. a bag of dim sum that he has gotten." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Zhenglin was stunned for a moment, and looked at the paper bag in his hand, "You have a heart, and you still know that you remember me." So. You put down the snack and stand down. ”

Yuefangzhai's dim sum is excellent.

With his monthly silver of one or two silver a month, if he wants to buy a pack, he has to think about it.

Since there are people who honor him now, then it is better for him to be respectful than to obey his fate.

Seeing that his husband didn't even hesitate to accept the dim sum he sent, Chen Jinghao was actually happy in his heart.

Compared with a bag of dim sum, showing his face in front of Mr. is naturally more important.

Answered, put down the snack, and obediently and automatically withdrew from the plum fragrance garden.

"Zhenglin, you student is not honest."

Chen Jinghao kindly came to deliver snacks, thinking that it was to gain a good reputation, but Mr. Jiang was very disgusted, and when he saw Chen Jinghao leaving, he reached out and stroked his gray beard, looked at Zhang Zhenglin and teased.

Zhang Zhenglin listened to his ridicule, but he didn't take it to heart, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if he is honest or not, let's just eat with a little heart." But Brother Qin, as soon as Chen Jinghao entered the door just now, why did you frown when you saw the dim sum in his hand? ”

Chen Jinghao's thoughts and purposes, how could Zhang Zhenglin not see it.

But even if he could see it, he didn't take it to heart.