It was twelve o'clock noon.
Wu Lan and Wang Lifan, who had been persistently picking gold on the mountain, returned home on time, needing to quickly finish lunch and take a short nap (which was strongly insisted upon by Song Tan; otherwise, the gold picking would really go on from morning till evening).
Today was Qiaoqiao's first day of class, which only ended at eleven when Seventh Uncle was preparing to cook. Xin Jun had more or less figured him out; treating him just like a smarter, more logical kindergartner was sufficient.
So the morning's lesson was quite relaxed and fun, even leaving time for a serious conversation with Qiaoqiao about Peppa, Qiao Zhi, and Ultraman.
As a result, this silly kid not only had no resistance to studying, but was actually looking forward to the afternoon even more.
For that reason, Xin Jun was definitely not going to receive any cold shoulder at the lunch table.
