Chapter 241: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 241: Gaining Another Uncle (9)
Just then, Mo Qingze returned with a man dressed in the same attire as him from the Longshan Academy. The man looked a few years younger than Mo Qingze, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
"Ah, such a rich aroma of chicken soup! I wonder whose home is stewing chicken!" The man couldn't help but exclaim at the tempting fragrance. "Hmm, Brother Ziyu, it seems like the aroma is coming from your home."
Seeing that the door was unlocked, Mo Qingze's eyes lit up with joy and he smiled, "It should be my daughter."
Mo Yan heard her father's voice and hurried to open the door, only to see her father standing outside about to knock. "Father, you're back."
Seeing the unfamiliar man behind her father, she didn't know how to address him. Thinking that he had just called her father "Brother Ziyu," she quickly greeted, "Hello, Uncle."
"Oh, hello, eldest niece!"
The man twitched his lips. Clearly, he was of the same generation as Ziyu, but why did he feel like he aged several years instantly when Ziyu's daughter called him uncle?
"Daddy—"
Hearing her father's voice after half a month, Xin'er and Zhen'er rushed over. Seeing the stranger, they quickly greeted, "Hello, Uncle."
"Hello, hello, you are all good children." The man looked at the three beautiful and clever children in front of him with envy and said to Mo Qingze, "Brother Ziyu, you are so fortunate!"
"Don't flatter me too much. They are just a bit more obedient," replied Mo Qingze modestly as he embraced his two children and then invited the man into the house.
"Father, please wash your hands quickly. Dinner will be ready soon," Mo Yan said as she arranged the chairs at the dining table and then went to the kitchen to serve the food. Mo Qingze came in carrying the washbasin to wash his hands.
While serving the food, Mo Yan curiously asked, "Father, who is that uncle?"
Mo Qingze didn't know the man's true identity, so he simply explained briefly.
It turned out that the man's surname was Han, and Zhiyun was his courtesy name. He was a classmate of her father, and he lived nearby.
Because the food in the academy's cafeteria was not delicious, and Han Zhiyun couldn't cook, he often came over to eat after becoming acquainted with her father.
Mo Yan twitched her lips. The food her father made couldn't be said to be bad, but it wasn't particularly delicious either. Yet, it was of such a level that it could attract people to come over for a meal. It made her glad that she hadn't let her father live in the academy.
With a guest present, Li Zhong was worried that Mo Qingze would be looked down upon, so he refused to eat at the same table no matter what. Mo Yan had no choice but to take another bowl and serve him separately, taking it to the kitchen for him.
Originally, Mo Yan didn't want the younger ones to join them at the table, but since Han Zhiyun frequently came over to eat, she felt embarrassed to chase this children into the kitchen, so she tried her best to let them sit down and eat together.
Mo Yan served her father a bowl of steaming chicken soup, and naturally, she couldn't neglect Han Zhiyun.
Han Zhiyun couldn't wait to pick up the chicken soup and took a sip. The mouthful of freshness made him unable to describe it. He just felt that compared to the so-called "Imperial Secret Chicken Soup" made with dozens of ingredients that he had drunk before, this ordinary chestnut chicken soup was much better.
He finished the whole bowl of chicken soup in just a few sips. He wanted to praise it, but then remembered that he was at the dining table, and speaking would be impolite, so he restrained himself.
He hesitated with the empty bowl in his hand, but felt embarrassed to ask for another one. Looking at the several simple home-cooked dishes on the table, he lacked enthusiasm as he picked up a piece of steamed pork ribs and took a bite. His eyes instantly lit up, and his speed of picking up food noticeably increased.
Just like the bowl of chicken soup that disappeared quickly, he ate the dishes just as quickly. Even the vegetables, which he usually disliked, were eaten quite a lot.
Mo Yan quietly ate her meal, watching the quickly emptying plates. Although her heart twitched a bit, she was very happy that her father could make friends who got along well with him at the academy.
Although the man in front of her was outspoken, he wasn't rude at all. The air of respectability he unintentionally exuded in his every move revealed some clues about his background. It seemed that Han Zhiyun came from a good family.
With such a person, there was no need to worry that he had ulterior motives for getting close to her father. Similarly, even if his background was high, Mo Yan wouldn't encourage her father to seek benefits from him.
Some people could be friends without thinking about using each other.
Mo Yan's thoughts coincided with Mo Qingze's. Although Mo Qingze vaguely understood that Han Zhiyun's identity was not simple, he never deliberately inquired, maintaining only a normal relationship with his classmates.
And it was precisely this attitude that Han Zhiyun admired the most, eventually considering him a close friend and helping him a lot in Mo Qingze's future career...
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