As for those stools, she might only use them for one more semester. By next year, she would switch schools, from primary school to the old middle school campus. Even though it's still dilapidated, and absolutely perfect in its way, at the very least, all the desks' legs were intact.
"Eat a little more," Tang Zhinian gently pushed more food towards his daughter. He also picked up his bowl to eat. If there was one thing that had vastly improved about Zhinian over the past few years, it was his ability to garden and, of course, his cooking.
Tang Zhinian certainly had no intention of remarrying. The lady next door had introduced him to several possible matches, but he had no interest in meeting any of them.
"What about Uncle Chen?" Tang Yuxin asked her father. Her uncle Chen had not come home for dinner these past few days.
"Don't worry about him. I don't know what he's been up to recently. He's not a kid, if he's hungry, he'll come home to eat," Zhinian replied.
