"Mr. Roger!" Yulin pushed open Roger's door and called softly, "Your lunch is ready."
The young girl held a wooden platter, which bore another wooden dish, filled with some mushy food.
Potatoes and vegetable leaves were mixed together, along with some dried fish, which didn't look very appetizing, but it had the advantage of being nutritionally balanced.
Roger took the tray from the girl and casually asked, "Have you remembered everything they teach at school? I heard you've started learning equations."
Yulin showed a sweet smile and replied to Roger, "Mr. Roger, I am the class president, after all. If I don't get full marks in my courses, those little devils would laugh at me."
"Ha!" Roger nodded in satisfaction and then continued to inquire, "Is everything proceeding according to the work plans Tang Mo set out before he left, following the victory at Northern Ridge?"
