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Chapter 206 No salt?
While Su Luoyi was discussing the F language and some customs of country F with the man sitting next to her, her mother was busy calculating whether the family money was enough to handle the immigration procedures for her daughter.

Su's mother has not been to school for a few years, but she has heard some things about immigrants on TV.

If her daughter wants to go abroad, she will not stop her.

Her husband, Song Dapeng, has been in prison for 15 years. Although the neighbors have never bullied their mother and daughter, they still hide when they can.

Robbery and murder, who wouldn't be afraid?
Therefore, Su's mother always taught Su Luoyi to be grateful to everyone for their noble hands, to study hard, and to leave Lancheng in the future.

Because of the burden of raising her daughter by herself, although Su's mother is not yet 45 years old, her hair is almost completely white. Fortunately, she has the craft of making clothes, which is why Su Luoyi can afford to go to college, and later as an exchange student Go to country Y to study for graduate school.

"I wonder if this money is enough?"

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

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

Mother Su looked at the passbook, feeling worried.

One was saved from making clothes for others, repairing the hems of trousers, and saving money on food and expenses, and the other was the living expenses that Su Luoyi transferred back to her in the past two years.

As a mother, how can you be willing to spend your daughter's money, and save it well every time.

She knows that it is not easy for her daughter to be abroad, so she works part-time while studying. If the tutor is not easy to talk to and the boss is reasonable, it is impossible to save the money.

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

"It's coming out in another ten years, and by then Yiyi... hey, I hope she doesn't hold grudges against her father, and the family can have a meal together.

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

Mother Su was thinking and talking, and tears dripped on the passbook in her hand without knowing it. Fortunately, the cover was relatively thick and the inside was not wet.

While rejoicing, the phone rang.

"Hello, this is Ms. Su, your courier has arrived, please go downstairs to pick it up."

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

Su's mother hung up the phone and went out. She knew without guessing that it must be the clothes sent by her daughter.

……

Jinyuan Academy, Building 28.

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

How did you do it? Did you sleep a little bit?
No matter how sleepy you are, you should wake up when you are hungry. Oh, yes, I ate chocolate and blueberries!
Thinking of this, Leng Lingxiao slapped himself on the forehead twice: "I made a mistake, I forgot to deliver it at night, this guy won't..."

"Owner."

There were three knocks on the door.

"Come in."

Immediately, Zhao Renjie walked in slowly with a tray. On it was a bowl of poached egg noodles decorated with tomato sauce. Against the backdrop of emerald green vegetable moss, it looked very gorgeous and lovely.

"what is this?"

"Miss Tang asked Cheng Shi to bring over two bowls of noodles, saying that they want to eat mutton hot pot tonight, but you are injured and cannot eat, so...you are not invited over."

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

"There's another bowl outside. Cheng Shi said it was for me. That bowl didn't have a smiling face, it was just an egg, so I put it on the dining table for the time being."

Zhao Renjie had a strong desire to survive, and he was afraid that if he said something wrong, he would anger Leng Lingxiao again.

After all, Tang Xiaowan made the noodles herself.

If his master didn't speak, he would definitely not dare to eat it.

"Oh, so it is!"

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

Leng Lingxiao didn't answer.

At the moment, his mind is full of the scene of cooking hot pot with Tang Xiaowan.

The red oily soup was rolling wantonly.

What meatballs, what konjac cubes, what mutton rolls, as well as tripe, which he never tires of eating, and all kinds of delicious seafood, poured plate after plate into the copper pot.

What is this injury?
For my own good, so don't call me?

Hey, hot pot, just thinking about it makes me hungry!

Zhao Renjie thought that his voice was too low for Leng Lingxiao to hear clearly, so he raised his voice.

"Master, do you want to use it here, or go..."

"Hey, this Tangtang! No salt, no, I have to go find her, yes, go now, or the noodles will not taste good after a long time, and the other bowl is yours."

"No salt?"

"Yeah, can't you see that?"

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

Zhao Renjie: "..."

No salt?Don't you have salt at home?
Oh no, not at all.

You have to ask Miss Tang for it.

Zhao Renjie walked towards the restaurant while talking to himself, smiling all over his face.

He was also hungry, so he picked up the noodles and started eating.

"Well, that's the taste, I haven't eaten it for some days!"

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

(End of this chapter)