The next day, Li Qiao brought fruit to the Qin family residence, where Old Mr. Qin was wearing reading glasses, leaning on a chair as he read the newspaper.
"Sir Xue," Li Qiao called out.
Old Mr. Xue pushed his glasses up and waved at her with a smile. "Next time don't bring anything, it makes things feel formal."
Li Qiao said, "I just took these fruits out of the well water, and Grandma insisted that I bring them. She said you like to eat something cool in the summer."
Jiang Wanqiu smiled without humor: "After so many years, your grandma still remembers Sir Xue's preferences, that's really something."
Old Mr. Xue glanced at Jiang Wanqiu, "Are my preferences a secret? Xiangjun had a good memory even when she was young. I grew up with her since we were little, and she was one of my few playmates. Knowing my preferences isn't anything special." He changed the subject, "Qiaoqiao, sit down. There are grapes soaking in the kitchen, I'll go get some for you to eat."
