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Shen Yuxi got along very well with his students. He was patient and taught well, and Xie Yuan, Xie Lan, and others were also very dedicated. After a three-day trial, Xie Songlin was very satisfied with him and even wrote him a contract, officially appointing him as a teacher.

A few days later, Xie Songlin also brought back a new type of dinner plate. There were three square depressions and one round depression inside the porcelain plate, which was just right for holding staple foods and one meat and one vegetable dish. The round groove was used for holding soup.

Qian praised the plate highly: "This plate is great. It's well-divided into portions for each person, making it easy to serve food. It's also evenly divided, so no one eats more or less. It's also easy to wash."

"That's what Ah Xing came up with," Xie Songlin said. "She was too lazy to climb up and down to get the food, so she asked me if I could make her a bowl to put all the food in. So I did as she asked and went to the porcelain shop to get a few plates."

"The little greedy cat still has a lot of ideas." Qian tapped Xie Wanxing's nose lovingly.

Shen Yuxi looked at the exquisitely designed bowls and plates, feeling a surge of emotion. He knew that Xie Wanxing must have noticed his reluctance to eat more, and he had so attentively noticed his embarrassment that he had Xie Songlin design this kind of plate, secretly encouraging him to eat more while also protecting his self-esteem.

He was touched by Xie Wanxing's understanding and marveled at her tender age of only five years old. Moreover, from his observations over the past few days, although Xie Wanxing remained silent in class, he felt that she understood everything he said. She was simply too smart for a child of her age.

The store has been open for a while, and everyone has almost adapted to the current pace. In addition, many students come to buy more often and have developed some tacit understanding. At least we are no longer in a rush, and we have a general grasp of the materials that need to be prepared every day.

Xie Songlin also got to know many students through this opportunity, but there was one customer who left the most impression on him, the old gentleman who came and threw down a tael of silver on the first day the shop opened. This old gentleman came to drink tea almost every day when the academy was in class and the shop was deserted, and he ordered the same Pu'er tea every time.

His daily appearance seemed to have become a pattern, and Xie Songlin also learned from a casual conversation with him that the old man's surname was Zhao.

On this day, Mr. Zhao came to the store to drink tea as usual. At this time, the store had finished its busy lunch break. Xie Songlin and others were eating in the backyard. There was no one in the hall, but the sound of reading aloud could be heard from the backyard.

He followed the sound to the backyard and found everyone gathered at a big table in the backyard to eat.

Xie Songlin quickly spotted Mr. Zhao standing at the door and quickly stood up to greet him, "Mr. Zhao, you're here. Wait a moment, I'll make you some tea."

"No hurry, who is reading here?" Mr. Zhao looked curious as he slowly walked towards the direction of the sound. He came to the temporary study room arranged by Xie Songlin and saw Xie Lan and Xie Yuan reviewing today's homework.

Xie Songlin: "This is my eldest brother and my child."

Mr. Zhao nodded slightly, his eyes showing admiration. He looked at Xie Songlin and said, "You are so ambitious, which is rare. Which academy are you studying in now?"

"They started studying too late. They didn't go to the academy, but they just hired a student from Hanfeng Academy to teach them how to read."

"Oh? From Hanfeng Academy? Which student?"

"A student named Shen Yuxi."

"Oh, it's him." Mr. Zhao seemed to know him and praised him: "Shen Yunhan, he is very good."

"It's really good."

Xie Songlin wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly heard a gurgling sound. Everyone in the courtyard had just finished their meal, and their expressions looked very innocent. It was obvious that the sound was not made by them. So, he could only lock his eyes on Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao seemed a little embarrassed by the sound and coughed lightly.

"Mr. Zhao, if you don't mind, please have some food here." Seeing this, Xie Songlin hurriedly led Mr. Zhao to take a seat. Seeing that Mr. Zhao had no objection, he sat down at the table silently. He asked Qian to go to the small kitchen to get a meal.

"Enjoy your meal, old sir." Qian prepared the meal neatly and placed it in front of Mr. Zhao.

Today we had Kung Pao Chicken, accompanied by shiny stir-fried vegetables. The soup was a delicious tofu soup. The white tofu was slightly floating in the clear soup, garnished with some chopped green onions, and served steaming hot on the plate. The colors of the meat, vegetable and soup matched very well.

Mr. Zhao's eyes lit up, not because of the dish, but because of the peculiar shape of the plate.

“This plate is quite interesting.”

"My daughter is greedy and came up with this idea to save time." Xie Song said, "But it's really useful. The store is busy, so we can only eat in shifts. It's not good to ask the people behind to eat leftovers. This way, each person can eat a portion, so no one will eat too much or too little, and it's easier to wash."

"Your daughter is quite intelligent," Mr. Zhao exclaimed.

Xie Songlin responded modestly: "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Zhao. It's just some clever tricks."

Mr. Zhao finished his meal with gusto, then returned to the lobby to drink a pot of Pu'er tea. After a short rest, he stood up with a look of regret on his face and said, "I have something to go out for the next few days, so I won't be coming to the store for tea."

As soon as he left the house, he ran into Shen Yuxi who had come into the store. A flash of surprise flashed across Shen Yuxi's originally calm face, but he quickly recovered and bowed respectfully to Mr. Zhao:

"Hello, Dean."

Mr. Zhao nodded slightly in response, then hurried away.

Shen Yuxi entered the store, and Xie Songlin, who witnessed everything, was stunned. Shen Yuxi was a student of Hanfeng Academy, and he called Mr. Zhao the dean. So this old man was the dean of Hanfeng Academy, the legendary Dajing celebrity Zhao Wenli.

Although he had long seen that Mr. Zhao was of extraordinary status, he never expected that he would be the famous dean of Hanfeng Academy. Mr. Zhao had many students all over the world, and many officials in the six ministries of the court were his students.

Shen Yuxi asked in confusion: "Uncle Xie, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Songlin: "It's okay. Yunhan, was that old man just now really your dean?"

"Yes, it is indeed our Dean Zhao." Shen Yuxi said, "But the Dean is very mysterious. I rarely see him. He only appears a few times during our college exams."

Xie Songlin was overjoyed when he got his affirmative answer. The fact that Mr. Zhao was willing to drink this Pu'er tea every day was enough to show his love for this tea. He had a lot of better Pu'er tea in his pocket. This time he had finally found a golden opportunity.

Shen Yuxi said apologetically, "Uncle Xie, I suddenly received a letter from home saying that my mother is ill. I need to go back immediately. I have already asked for three days' leave from the academy. I came to tell you."

Xie Songlin's heart tightened when he heard this. He quickly took out two taels of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "Then you can go back quickly. It's okay to have classes two days later here. I'll give you this money first. You can use it for emergencies in case of any problems."

Shen Yuxi looked at the silver in her hand, her eyes slightly red: "Uncle Xie, thank you, I will definitely come back as soon as possible."

"Okay, go ahead." Xie Songlin patted his shoulder to comfort him.