"Anything is fine, Auntie," Jiang Zhe politely responded.
Jiang Xiruo smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you don't have to worry about it. I've stewed some snow fungus for Xiaozhe, to help her clear heat and moisten the lungs, and reduce dryness."
"That's good, eat more at dinner," the Xia family matriarch also reminded.
Seeing how the main branch of the family was doting on Jiang Zhe, the second lady of the Xia family only felt it was ridiculous. If not by academic achievement, then by what should success or failure be judged?
Aren't students supposed to be judged by their academic performance?
...
Outside the Xia family home.
A car belonging to a professor from Beijing University appeared at the gate.
Following him was his assistant and student, Ling Qian.
"Professor Wang, should we not send a notice before coming directly to meet Jiang Zhe?" Ling Qian asked.
