While Su Luoyi was discussing the F language with the man next to her, as well as some of the customs and customs of country F, her mother was busy calculating whether the family had enough money to go through the immigration procedures for her daughter.

Su's mother hadn't been to school for a few years, but she had heard something about immigration on TV.

If her daughter wants to go abroad, she won't stop her.

Husband Song Dapeng has been in prison for 15 years, although the neighbors have never bullied their mother and daughter, but they can hide and hide, and they will only say hello and deal with it if they can't hide.

Robbery and murder, who is not afraid when they hear it?

Therefore, Su Mu always taught Su Luoyi to be grateful to everyone for holding up their noble hands, to study hard, and to leave Blue City in the future.

Because she bears the heavy responsibility of raising her daughter alone, although Su's mother is not yet 45 years old, her hair is almost completely white, but fortunately, she has the skill to make clothes, which can afford Su Luoyi to go to college, and then go to country Y as an exchange student to study for graduate school.

"I don't know if this money is enough?"

"If it's not enough, you'll have to find ...... Hey, I haven't moved around for so many years, it's difficult for everyone, it's not easy, I'm afraid I don't want to borrow it! ”

"If it doesn't work, I'll sell this house, and I'll just change it to a smaller one by myself."

Su Mu looked at the passbook and felt worried.

One is to make clothes for people, repair trouser edges, and save money, and the other is the living expenses that Su Luoyi has transferred back to her in the past two years.

As a mother, how can she be willing to spend her daughter's money, she saves it every time.

She knew that it was not easy for her daughter to be abroad, and she worked part-time while studying, and if it weren't for the tutor's good talk and the boss's reasonableness, it would be impossible to save the money.

"Hey, it's all her dad's fault!"

"It will come out in another ten years, and when the time comes, it will be ...... Hey, I hope I don't hold a grudge against her father, and the family can still have a meal together.

"Even if you don't eat, it's good to meet."

Su Mu thought and said, tears unconsciously dripped on the passbook in her hand, but fortunately, the cover was thicker and the inside was not wet.

While rejoicing, the phone rang.

"Hello, it's Ms. Su, your courier has arrived, please go downstairs and pick it up."

"Oh, okay, let's go down."

Su's mother hung up the phone and went out, and she didn't have to guess that she knew that it must be the clothes sent by her daughter.

……

Golden Edge Academy, Building 28.

It was almost time for dinner, Leng Lingxiao was sitting on the desk, still staring at the door of Building 29 behind.

How did you get it, you slept a little?

No matter how sleepy you are, it's time to wake up hungry, oh, yes, chocolate, and blueberries!

Thinking of this, Leng Lingxiao slapped his head twice: "I made a mistake, I forgot to send it at night, this guy won't ......"

"Master."

Three knocks rang out at the door.

"Come in."

Immediately, Zhao Renjie held the tray and slowly entered, on top of which was a bowl of poached egg noodles decorated with tomato sauce, which looked very gorgeous and cute against the backdrop of emerald green vegetable moss.

"What is this?"

"Miss Tang asked Cheng Shi to send two bowls of noodles over, saying that they were going to eat mutton hot pot at night, but you were injured and couldn't eat it, so you ...... You are not invited to pass. ”

"Two bowls?" Leng Lingxiao frowned suddenly, and looked at the tray fixedly.

"There is another bowl outside, Cheng Shi said it was for me, that bowl has no smiling face, it is just an egg, so it will be put on the table for the time being."

Zhao Renjie has a strong desire to survive, for fear that if he says something wrong, he will anger Leng Lingxiao again.

After all, it was Tang Xiaojuan's own hand-made noodles.

If his master didn't speak, he wouldn't dare to eat it.

"Oh, I see!"

"Master, are you going to use it in the study, or are you going to the dining room?" Zhao Renjie asked tentatively.

Leng Lingxiao did not answer.

His mind is full of the scene of shabu-shabu with Tang Xiaowan at the moment.

The red oil soup was tumbling wantonly.

What meatballs, what konjac pieces, what lamb rolls, and the tripe that he never gets tired of eating, and all kinds of delicious seafood, plate after plate poured into the copper pot.

What is this injury?

For my good, so don't call me?

Hey, hot pot, it's gluttonous to think about!

Zhao Renjie thought that his voice was too small, and Leng Lingxiao didn't hear it clearly, so he raised his voice.

"Master, are you going to use it here, or are you going to ......"

"Hey, this sugar candy! I didn't put salt in it, no, I have to go to her, yes, go now, or the noodles won't taste good if they are left out for a long time, and the other bowl will be yours. ”

"No salt?"

"yes, can't you see that?"

After Leng Lingxiao finished speaking, he walked quickly to the opposite side of Zhao Renjie, took the tray and went out.

Zhao Renjie: "......"

Didn't put salt? Isn't there salt in the house?

Oh, no, not at all.

You have to ask Miss Tang for it.

Zhao Renjie was talking to himself as he walked towards the restaurant with a smile on his face.

He was also hungry, so he picked up the noodles and began to eat.

"Well, that's the smell, I haven't eaten it for a few days!"

"Miss Tang's cooking skills are still so good!"

(End of chapter)