Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 241 Mo Hong’s Family Sells Daughter and Gains an Uncle (9)_1

Just then, Mo Qingze arrived with another man dressed in Changshan Academy student attire, appearing to be only a few years younger than Mo, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

"Ah, what a rich smell of chicken soup," the man couldn’t help saying as he smelled the enticing fragrance. "Hey, Brother Ziyu, it seems like the aroma is coming from your house."

Seeing that the lock on the door was open, a hint of joy flashed in Mo Qingze’s eyes as he smiled, "It must be the little girl."

Mo Yan, hearing her father’s voice, hurried to open the door, only to see her father standing outside, about to knock. "Dad, you’re back."

Not sure how to address the strange man behind her father, and remembering he just called her father ’Brother Ziyu’, she hastily greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."

"Er, hello, grandniece!"

The corners of the man’s mouth twitched, realizing that although he and Ziyu were of the same generation, being called by Ziyu’s daughter made him feel he had aged several years in an instant!

"Daddy—"

Xin’er Zhen’er, who hadn’t seen their father for half a month, rushed over when they heard his voice and promptly greeted the stranger, "Hello, Uncle."

"Good, good, all good children," the man said, looking at the three bright and clever kids before him. He enviously remarked to Mo Qingze, "Brother Ziyu, you are indeed fortunate!"

"You flatter me, Zhiyun. They are just a bit more well-behaved," Mo Qingze replied humbly, holding his two children, and then invited the man into the house.

"Dad, wash your hands quickly. Dinner will be ready soon."

Mo Yan set the chairs at the dining table and then went to the kitchen to serve the rice, while Mo Qingze brought in water with a washbasin.

Mo Yan, while serving the rice, curiously asked her father, "Dad, who is that uncle?"

Mo Qingze, not knowing the man’s true identity, gave a simple answer.

It turned out the man’s surname was Han, and Zhiyun was his courtesy name. He was a recent classmate of her father, living nearby.

Since the food in the academy canteen was unpalatable and Han Zhiyun couldn’t cook, he would often come over to eat after becoming familiar with her father.

The corner of Mo Yan’s mouth twitched. Her father’s cooking couldn’t be said to be inedible, but it was not particularly delicious either. The fact that his culinary skills still attracted someone to mooch meals spoke volumes about the quality of the Academy canteen’s fare. She felt relieved that she hadn’t let her father stay in the Academy.

With a guest present and worried that Mo Qingze would be looked down upon, Lizhong refused to eat at the same table no matter what. Mo Yan had no choice but to get another bowl, serve him some dishes, and bring them to the kitchen for him.

Initially, Mo Yan and the younger children were also not to join the table, but with Han Zhiyun freeloading quite frequently, it felt inappropriate to send his children to the kitchen, so they made a point of sitting down together for the meal.

Mo Yan served her father a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup and naturally couldn’t neglect Han Zhiyun.

Unable to wait, Han Zhiyun took a sip of the chicken soup and was at a loss for words, finding its savory taste incomparable. The so-called ’royal secret chicken soup’ he had before, made from dozens of ingredients, seemed outright inferior to this simple chestnut chicken soup.

He finished the whole bowl of chicken soup in just a few swallows. He wanted to praise it highly, but remembering it was rude to speak at the dining table, he held back.

Still longing for more, he held his empty bowl, not daring to ask for another. Seeing the few simple yet light home-cooked dishes on the table, he began eating a piece of steamed pork rib with less enthusiasm but was surprised at the first bite. His pace of picking up the dishes noticeably quickened.

Just like the bowl of chicken soup that quickly went down, his pace of eating was no slower than his drinking. Even the vegetables, which he usually disliked, he ate a good amount of.

Eating quietly, Mo Yan watched the rapidly emptying dishes from the corner of her eye. Though internally she twitched, she was delighted that her father had made a congenial friend at the Academy.

Despite his forthright manner, the man was not vulgar. With an air of nobility in his casual actions, she perceived hints of his high-born status. It seemed that Han Zhiyun came from a good background.

With such a person, there was no need to worry that he had ulterior motives for approaching her father. Similarly, no matter how prestigious his background, Mo Yan wouldn’t encourage her father to seek favors from him.

Some people should be friends, without the thought of using them.

Mo Yan’s thoughts coincided with those of Mo Qingze. He vaguely understood that Han Zhiyun’s background was extraordinary, but he never deliberately inquired, maintaining a typical classmate relationship.

It was precisely this attitude that Han Zhiyun appreciated the most, eventually considering him a close and trusted friend. This friendship would prove to be a great help in Mo Qingze’s future career...