Tang Li returned to the dormitory, and found a box of yogurt in the kitchen. When she opened the refrigerator, she saw a box of cherries and two small boxes of mango mille-feuille cakes.
She took out a box of mille-feuille cake and saw that it was handmade.
As for the box of yogurt—
Tang Li crouched down and opened the exquisitely wrapped cardboard box.
Inside, a bottle of yogurt was missing.
Coming out of the kitchen, she found the empty yogurt bottle in the trash can.
At that mont, Song Jingtian’s call ca.
On the other end of the phone, the little guy said, "I bought so food for you, it’s in the kitchen. I just rembered, I forgot to tell you earlier, the mille-feuille cake shouldn’t be kept for too long, eat it as soon as possible."
After ending the call, Tang Li’s lips curved slightly upwards.
She had been studying in the Capital for three years, and for the first ti, an elder had brought sothing to her dormitory.
Even though Wu Xuehan’s family was ordinary, Tang Li still rembered that on the day Wu Xuehan started freshman year, her parents ca with her to school, Father Wu climbed up to the top bunk to help his daughter hang up a mosquito net and arrange the bed, Mother Wu took a rag to clean the clo
That was also the first ti Tang Li t Wu Xuehan.
On the first day of school, Ouyang Qian had a driver send her to school.
After all, the driver was a man and not her family, Tang Li felt it inappropriate to ask him to clean, so she let him go back right after getting off the car, and she went to find her dormitory with her suitcase.
In Diannan, she had never stayed in a school dormitory.
But upon arriving in the Capital, she was studying at the sa high school as Lai Yuaner during their senior year, where Yuaner was a day student, but Lai Wenyan had arranged for her to board.
Tang Li felt uncomfortable living in the Lai family, for her, dorm living was more like a liberation.
At that ti, among the four in the dormitory, Tang Li envied Wu Xuehan’s family the most; although not wealthy, their days were still joyful and beautiful, and on specific occasions, Father Wu would prepare specialties to send to his daughter at school, which Wu Xuehan, after receiving, would go around different female dorms sharing with everyone holding a pile of food.
Tonight, as Tang Li looked at the box of yogurt and thought of the cherries and cake in the fridge, she suddenly understood why Wu Xuehan was always so happy distributing the specialties.
Actually, it wasn’t about the things, but rather the care from a father.
Tang Li couldn’t help but send a ssage to Mr. Song.
"In the evening, your mother and Jingtian ca to school and also brought so food, just reporting to you."
Before sending, she changed the words "your mother" into "auntie."
Perhaps because Bai Yan had often considered himself her uncle in the past, leading her subconsciously to regard Xiao Minglan as soone of Old Madam Lai’s generation, now trying to change this perception felt sowhat awkward.
Besides—
If tracing back to the origin, Bai Yan and Lai Wenyan were indeed of the sa generation.
The generational relation is evident from the fact that both their nas contain the character "Yan."
About 10 minutes after sending the ssage, Bai Yan replied: "Being able to have the old lady personally visit the school is no small feat."
Tang Li responded with a smile, "The old lady even helped wash my clothes."
Having received the ssage just after finishing lunch, Bai Yan noticed the tone of showing off in Tang Li’s ssage, his expression softened a bit, then he made a call to Tan Palace.
At Tan Palace, Xiao Minglan just got back and received a call from her son.
Listening to her son’s caring words, Xiao Minglan could guess the reason for his call without Bai Yan circling around the topic, and she took the initiative to say, "Jingtian and I just returned from Art College. Aunt Min is not around these days, I went to pick Jingtian up from school, and on passing by the university, the little guy insisted on going in."
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