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The girl who came back with my daughter was very beautiful, with a small and straight nose and big, watery eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

Song Qingwu used to be a nobody in the class because she was not good at socializing, so Zhang Jia’s mother didn’t know this classmate of her daughter.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Jia's mother finally reacted and said with a smile on her face, "Welcome to my home. Don't stand at the door. Come in."

After saying that, he squatted down, found a pair of new plastic slippers in the shoe cabinet, tore open the package, and handed them to Song Qingwu.

This child is likable at first sight.

Seeing his mother's actions, Zhang Jia couldn't help but laugh secretly. His mother was just like himself, judging people by their appearance. In the past, when other classmates came to his house, his mother never gave them new slippers.

Song Qingwu quickly took off her sandals and put on the slippers handed to her by Zhang Jia's mother, while thanking her, "Thank you, Auntie. My name is Song Qingwu, you can just call me Qingwu. I am sorry to bother you today."

But when Zhang Jia's mother heard the name Song Qingwu, all her dissatisfaction immediately disappeared, and she asked with a smile, "Song Qingwu? You are the first in this monthly exam and the final exam. Are you the Song Qingwu that was praised in the grade commendation meeting and in the group by Teacher Liu today?"

Song Qingwu blushed, and Zhang Jia smiled and replied, "Of course it's Qingwu! Qingwu is the best girl in our class."

Song Qingwu smiled in her heart, is it just the best girl? Is there any boy who is better than me?

However, a shy expression appeared on her face. Of course she had to act shy when being praised by her classmates.

"Come in, come in." Zhang Jia's mother pulled Song Qingwu into the living room with a smile on her face. Yao Min was right when she said that Zhang Jia's mother was kind and hospitable. "I have the same last name as Zhang Jia's father, Zhang. You can call me Aunt Zhang or just Aunt. Qingwu, wait a moment. Auntie still hasn't prepared a few dishes. Have something to drink first, juice or milk. Auntie will pour it for you."

Zhang Jia scolded, "Mom, I told you that your classmates would come to eat at noon, why haven't you prepared the meal yet?"

Zhang Jia's mother explained embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Qingwu, it's all Auntie's fault. I suddenly found that there was no salt at home, so Auntie went downstairs to buy salt, which delayed some time."

After saying that, she glared at Zhang Jia. This child has no sense at all. Didn't mom prepare the meal? Mom prepared the meal a long time ago, but you didn't say that such an outstanding child was coming, so I had to add two more dishes.

Song Qingwu quickly replied, "It's okay, Auntie. I didn't tell you before, and I came here just like that. It's really hard for you. I'm not hungry now, so you don't need to drink anything. Auntie, you just take care of yourself and don't worry about me."

Zhang Jia also said, "Mom, go cook first, I'll just pour juice for Qingwu."

Zhang Jia's mother then smiled and turned to go to the kitchen.

Zhang Jia poured Song Qingwu a glass of juice and then chatted with Song Qingwu in the living room.

The two talked about things at school. They have been good friends for a long time and were very interested in chatting.

Twenty minutes passed like this.

When dinner was served on the table, Song Qingwu was shocked.

There were three people eating, but Zhang Jia's mother actually cooked eight dishes.

Although the portion of each dish is not too large, eight dishes is still too much.