After Teacher Zhao spoke again, everyone started moving around and eating.

Wang Qingyou brought another insulated container that she had prepared to Teacher Zhao.

"Giving the teacher extra help, huh?"

A slight smile appeared on Teacher Zhao's face.

"Teacher, your stomach isn't good, so please have some porridge."

Wang Qingyou unscrewed the lid of the thermos and handed the spoon to Teacher Zhao.

"Ok!"

Teacher Zhao was very happy and took a bite with her spoon.

It was indeed smooth and fragrant, with a fresh and delicious flavor.

"This is... seafood congee?"

Teacher Zhao was a little unsure. Judging from its appearance, it looked like a bowl of plain porridge, but when it tasted, it had a rich and savory flavor.

It gives you the feeling of being in the ocean, instantly turning you into a little fish, swimming freely within it. (The author has watched too much Food Wars! Haha!)

"Yes!"

Wang Qingyou nodded.

"Wow, this must be really hard to make. The dish isn't fishy at all, and it's still so fresh and delicious. It's really not easy."

Teacher Zhao ate and couldn't stop; her eyes were already squinting as she ate.

"not bad!"

Seeing Teacher Zhao's blissful expression, Wang Qingyou felt very satisfied herself.

As a cook, one naturally hopes that their dishes will be well-received by others, and Teacher Zhao's expression now clearly shows that she is very satisfied.

Wang Qingyou was very grateful to Teacher Zhao and was about to leave.

After that, I don't know when we can meet again.

Wang Qingyou stayed by her side the whole time, talking to her.

The gathering has finally come to an end.

After saying their reluctant goodbyes, everyone left the school one by one.

Wang Qingyou walked along the road carrying a lunchbox, her expression very cheerful. For some reason, she was in a very good mood.

Having come this far, the tasks ahead will become increasingly easier.

For Wang Qingyou, campus life is indeed the most relaxing.

As Wang Qingyou walked, she suddenly felt someone following her from behind, but judging from the voice, it didn't sound like a single person.

Wang Qingyou knew without turning around who was following her.

She didn't slow down and kept walking, but suddenly the steps behind her became anxious.

Before long, she was surrounded by people.

"Wang Qingyou, come talk to us!"

Li Jiao looked at her, her eyes filled with intense hatred.

I hit her two years ago and it caused a big fuss, and I haven't had a chance to do anything since.

However, her family wouldn't allow her to do anything so recklessly, and none of her schemes succeeded.

So far, Li Jiao has no other choice but to still think about beating up Wan Qingyou, as long as she doesn't get seriously injured.

If I don't hit her, I'll really... suffocate myself.

Now that things have come to this, they still need to vent their anger.

Wang Qingyou didn't say anything and followed them into the alley.

In the end, she arrived at the same place where she had traveled from before.

After stopping, Wang Qingyou silently glanced around. Damn it, they were next to a garbage dump again. Did these people dare to go any further?

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