Shen Changming led Zhang Lingchuan into the house with a smile.
As soon as they entered, they smelled a fragrant aroma of dishes.
"I thought reporting on the thesis, followed by showcasing this academic year's plans, would be better with a computer, so I brought it along."
Zhang Lingchuan responded.
Actually, there's no one in this house.
Could it be that the guests haven't arrived yet?
Of course, don't blame him for not daring to think, who the heck would expect the teacher to prepare a meal for him.
It's too outrageous, right?
Although the teacher invites people for meals, I've never seen him cook personally.
"Oh, oh, oh, this, put the computer aside first."
Shen Changming assisted in putting Zhang Lingchuan's computer aside.
"Xiaochuan, come on, have some dessert, glutinous sweet potatoes, a specialty from here you surely haven't had in the south, right?"
Just at this moment.
A graceful woman, also wearing an apron, came over.
