"Menglong, since you're here, why not stay for dinner?" Professor Chen, having looked over materials all afternoon while Zhang Menglong waited alongside, now had dinner ready thanks to his wife.
"Sure, I won't be shy!" Zhang Menglong's stomach was conveniently rumbling.
This was a table probably over a decade old, and it seemed like nothing much had changed in the Chen household since they had moved into this small house allocated by the school.
The table's wood was already cracking, and the meal was just a simple spread of three dishes and a soup.
"Menglong, the living conditions here are so so, don't mind it!" Mrs. Chen said, somewhat embarrassed.
Actually, the conditions at home weren't that bad, but because their child's living expenses were high, most of the family's income was used to support the child, leading to a modest life for a professor.
Seeing the situation, Zhang Menglong couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart and placed a bank card on the table.
