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A thin student was seen from a distance, and a teacher said, "He looks like He Xianglang on the deck. Is he here to deliver food again?"

Without waiting for the teachers to say the next word, He Xinglang trotted out two steps to salute, and said respectfully: "Student greets all the teachers. My elders and my younger sister sent me some food, and I was asked to bring it to you. I hope you won't mind."

Mr. Hao had a very deep impression of this student of his. Since entering the college, he has been concentrating on studying, getting up earlier than anyone else, going to bed later than anyone else, and he is particularly respectful to his teachers.

He stroked his white beard, smiled kindly, and said softly, "The food sent by your family must be from your parents because they feel sorry for you not eating well, so they keep it for themselves. I have received your kindness."

He Xinglang smiled and showed great respect for Master Hao who had always paid attention to him. Many times when he saw Master Hao reading a book, he would stop and explain it. It can be said that in his heart, Master Hao was different from other masters.

He bowed, unloaded the backpack, and said in a simple voice, "Look, father and son, the dumplings are almost overflowing. The elders in the family brought them here specially for you masters."

When the father and son saw the food inside, they had never seen it before, and it was all made of white flour. They quickly waved their hands and said, "White flour is not cheap. Take it back to supplement your family. Take it back quickly."

If he had not just heard that his family relied on the dumplings business, He Xinglang would have been heartbroken and asked his parents to take the dumplings home to eat themselves.

Before coming in, Xia Yining had repeatedly reminded him not to be stingy and to give each teacher dozens of them. He could keep the rest for himself or share them with his classmates.

After bringing out the big pot, Xiaohanhan said to Master Hao, "Please lend me your chopsticks. I'll share some with you. My little sister said she's selling dumplings at a stall in town these days. They're delicious."

"It's too hot to store food. It's shameful to waste food. Every grain is hard-earned."

He distributed more than 30 dumplings to each teacher while talking. He never expected that the few words he blurted out would shock Master Hao so much that he kept clapping and cheering.

Well, well, this sentence is really well said, "Every grain of rice is hard-earned."

After saying this, he looked at He Xinglang as if he had gotten to know him all over again, patted his shoulder, and praised him: "It seems that you have studied hard every day, and you can say such insightful words."

The other teachers also nodded with a smile. They naturally liked students who loved to study and were sensible. It was not scary to be born in poverty. As long as one had good character and worked hard enough, one would definitely succeed.

He Xinglang quickly shook his head and explained, "This was not said by the student, but by my younger sister at home when she wanted to coax my parents to eat fine grains together.

Master Hao paused and asked in surprise, "Does the family of Xuanlang have a younger sister? I've never heard of it."

When asked about his sister, he smiled dotingly and answered respectfully, "She was sent by a relative. To me, she is like my own sister. If you see how my parents dote on my sister, you will know how precious she is at home."

It can be said that "even the students are not as good as a finger. The students' parents and older brothers and sisters-in-law only have the younger sister in their hearts and wish she was their own daughter."

This made the teachers very curious. You know, many families value boys over girls. Even they had heard that many people gave birth to girls and threw them into the mountains to fend for themselves early.

There are also some inhumane and extremely cruel people who simply drown or strangle people to death.

As far as they knew, He Xinglang's family was also from the village, and the family tightened their belts to send him to school. The fact that he loved the little girl so much made them look up to him.

Looking at the bowl full of white flour food, Master Hao asked: "Is this what you call dumplings? They look really good."

After finishing the work, He Xinglang did not want to stay any longer, and bowed to the teachers: "Yes, we will sell it in the town in the future. Fathers and sons, enjoy it slowly, and I will leave now."

He scratched his head and said with a smile: "The student also wants to eat dumplings with his sister and parents."

The teachers laughed loudly when they heard this, and waved their hands as if to drive them away. "Okay, okay, go quickly, or He Xuexi will think that we old men talk too much."

He Xinglang ran to the student cafeteria again. Without having time to talk to his friends, he distributed some dumplings, borrowed a few pairs of chopsticks, and ran out with the backpack on his back.

Several classmates looked at the white flour dumplings, some were curious and some were speechless. The hands they stretched out to keep him stopped in mid-air, and all that was left for them was He Xinglang's back.

"..."

The old man guarding the gate had eaten other people's food, so naturally he had to do some favors for them and invited the He family to sit in the gatehouse.

When he was having dinner with his family, He Xinglang always had a smile on his face. He fed the old couple of the He family and then his sister from time to time. Many years later, when he recalled this scene, the smile on his lips did not fade.

Mrs. He kept smiling and patted his head, saying, "We have already eaten at home. You have been studying and using your brain all day, so you must be very tired. Eat more."

"Whenever you come to town to set up a stall, Mom will ask your eldest brother to bring you food, so that you can be healthier."

While eating dumplings, Xia Yining did not forget to give a thumbs up and praised: "Mom is really amazing. You have to eat well to stay healthy."

Chi Yan kept jumping around in the space, making so much noise that it gave him a headache. So, with the help of his family members' cover, he threw several of them in to shut his mouth.

What they didn't know was that the teachers who had just finished their meal had a better impression of He Xinglang after seeing this scene, and in the future they gave him a lot of private guidance, which benefited him greatly.

When leaving, some people smacked their lips and savored the food: "These dumplings are really good. He Xuezi said that they will come to town to sell them, right?"

Master Hao quickly replied, "Yes, you must take good care of me when the time comes."

A full meal makes people feel good. The teachers stroked their beards and said with a smile, "Look... Master Hao is trying to attract business for his students."

Even classmate He Xing, after eating the dumplings, kept his head down and ate them diligently, fearing that they would be snatched away by those around him if he was a second late.

At the same time, he said confidently: "Little Brother He is really good, it's really nice of you to bring out such good things."

"Yes, yes, we will be good brothers from now on. This young master will protect him."

Among this group of students, several are from the village and two are from the town. They should all have good personalities and would not bully others. It is by chance that they get to play together.

In the college, it is also a unique landscape. This friendship runs through the entire lives of several people and they are true confidants and friends.

When He Xinglang returned to the classroom after sending his family away, he received warm hugs from several of his friends. He was squeezed in the middle and almost flew into the air, feeling suffocated.