Yang Dachuan smiled and left without saying anything.
At dinner time, as expected, Ms. Wang brought a pot of fish head tofu soup to the table.
"Brother An, you must be exhausted from studying these days. Here, I made you some soup. Drink more," she said.
"Thank you, Third Aunt!"
Ye Zi'an had always been touched by Ms. Wang's kindness, thinking that his own mother would probably do the same.
As for the soup, it was extremely satisfying. The flavor was perfectly tailored to his preferences, which even made his teacher Mr. Luo jealous.
Yang Chuxia, however, couldn't help but smile, causing Ye Zi'an to blush.
It turned out that Ms. Wang thought Ye Zi'an had been studying like crazy lately and must be exhausted. In reality, he had stopped studying from two days ago, reading some miscellaneous books or practicing handwriting just to calm his mind. There was no way he could be tired.
