Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Fang Deliang was forced to eat an egg, and he choked so hard that he stretched his neck.

Lin Ting considerately handed him a small cup of milk tea.

Once Fang Deliang had caught his breath, she asked, "Uncle Fang, was it delicious?"

Fang Deliang shifted to the side and asked in a hoarse voice, "Grandma, what's wrong?"

Lin Ting chuckled, not mentioning what he wanted to do, but instead introducing the egg's origin: "This egg was laid by an old hen that a grandmother of mine raised for three years with great kindness. It was usually..."

Fang Deliang: "Little ancestor, can an old hen still lay eggs after being raised for three years?"

Lin Ting: "...?"

Can't you?

She's never raised one before, so she doesn't know.

"Cough cough, that's right. Grandma also said it was a miracle. Maybe the old hen knew it was for Uncle Fang to eat, and it risked its life to lay the egg."

Fang Deliang: "..."

Isn't this considered cheating and deception?

Can he go and call the police?

Lin ignored him and continued, "Actually, Grandma isn't the point. The point is, you know what? The little girl who picked these eggs out of the henhouse lost both her parents and has no legs... She usually wouldn't eat these herself, but she brought them to you."

Fang Deliang: "..."

Why did he suddenly feel so heavy-hearted and guilty about eating these eggs?

"Cough, cough, cough," Fang Deliang coughed twice, his voice slightly hoarse, "Does she have a disability certificate? Shall I get her one?"

Lin Ting waved her hands repeatedly, "Don't mention it, I can't trouble you with something like this..."

"Ancestor! Just tell me! I'll do anything for you, even go through fire and water!"

Lin Ting: "Okay."

She originally wanted to cultivate the relationship a little longer, but she didn't expect Uncle Fang to be so... enthusiastic.

Lin Ting placed the remaining five boiled eggs into Fang Deliang's arms and then said, "It's inconvenient for the little girl to go to and from school, but she's still young, and she needs a diploma, right? I was thinking, could you help her find a school?"

Fang Deliang was stunned: "That's all?"

He thinks the sky is falling and he's the one who has to hold it up!

Lin Ting's expression turned serious: "No, she can't go to school. What I mean is... could she just take the midterm and final exams, and if she passes, we'll give her a graduation certificate?"

Fang Deliang frowned and remained silent for a long time.

"You know our other founder, right? She was the top student in our school. For over a year, she has been teaching children. She knows not only Chinese and math, but also English."

"Uncle Fang, this child has already lost enough. How about we pave a way for her?"

Fang Deliang turned his head to look at Lin Ting and found that her eyes were incredibly firm.

At this moment, he had no doubt that if he couldn't accomplish this, she would never give up.

For no apparent reason, Fang Deliang thought of his own little daughter.

He's always bouncing around, grinning carefree, and complaining to me about how annoying school is.

If it's his daughter...

Fang Deliang shook his head, dismissing this terrible possibility.

He felt terrible just thinking about it, let alone if it actually happened to someone.

He looked down at the eggs in his arms.

At that moment, he was willing to believe that the three-year-old hen had really laid an egg.

“Okay, I’ll go talk to a few principals and see who’s willing to take it on.” He agreed, then added, “If we’re going to do it, let’s do it right the first time. Where does she live? I’ll also talk to the junior high school.”

Lin Ting's eyes brightened slightly, and he smiled as he told him Grandma Li's address.

“Junior high school is fine, but she has to take the entrance exams for high school or vocational school herself, and that’s beyond my control,” Fang Deliang said beforehand.

“I understand. The path has been paved for her; how she walks it and how far she goes is up to her.” Lin Ting smiled slightly. “Uncle Fang, thank you.”

Fang Deliang: "Don't scare me like that next time, thank you!"

"Hehehe, look at what you're saying. I haven't seen you for quite a while, and I've been missing you."

Lin Ting waved his hand at him: "Then I won't take up any more of your time. Please give my regards to my aunt."

"Okay, go back now."

Fang Deliang wasn't worried about Lin Ting's safety—with Monk around, it was others who should be worried.

Lin Ting got out of the car, and a short while later, Fang Deliang's driver got into the car.

The driver handed Fang Deliang a nicely packaged paper bag: "Brother, Monk insisted on giving it to me."

Fang Deliang opened the bag and saw that there was a box inside.

Upon opening the box, two exquisite silk scarves were revealed.

"This girl..."

Uncle Fang felt relieved and happily put the silk scarf away.

……

Lin.

Holding a book, Lin's father said longingly, "The mountains and streams are nestled together, the water mist sways, and there are a few fishermen's and woodcutters' huts... Wife, when we retire, let's find a place with mountains and water, build three rooms, cultivate half an acre of land, and plant half a yard of flowers. What do you think?"

Lin's mother chuckled, "It's good, but are you willing to listen to it?"

"Sigh," sighed Lin's father, "I must say, it's so peaceful without that girl at home! I can't even imagine how happy I would be if she went abroad to study..."

With a crisp "click," it seemed to be the door turning.

Lin's father turned his head and met Lin Ting's eyes as she opened the door to come home.

Lin's father: "...?"

Lin Ting: "Dad, are you happy?"

"..."

This door really needs to be replaced!

Or add more doors like they do in their operating rooms, so that you can't hear anything they're shouting about!

Lin Ting stood by the door without moving, staring at her mother with pleading eyes, silently accusing her.

Lin's mother gently patted Lin's father, got up and walked towards her daughter: "Why are you back so early? And you're dressed so lightly, aren't you cold?"

Lin Ting sniffed, defiantly staring at her cheerful dad, and then hugged her mom tightly: "Mom, Dad wasn't happy to see me come back. Actually, I'm fine, I just missed you so much. Um... I'm okay, I'll just hug you and then I'll go."

Lin's mother hugged her daughter and glared at Lin's father.

Lin's father: "..."

It's over, it's confirmed, he's finished.

"Don't listen to your dad's nonsense, come in quickly." Lin's mother hugged Lin Ting, not forgetting to ask her daughter, "Did you eat dinner? Did you have a fight with your classmates at school? Were you bullied?"

"I've already eaten," Lin Ting said while taking off her coat. "It's not that I have something to do, it's that I need Mom's help."

Lin Ting briefly explained Li Qiu'er's situation, and then said, "Mom, I want to ask if you know any students from Lu Mei Academy of Fine Arts. Grandma Li wants to hire a tutor to teach Qiu'er to draw. I'm thinking that it's unlikely that a tutor would come to tutor her, and I don't know much about the teachers at the Children's Palace, so I thought I'd try finding a student first?"

After a moment of contemplation, Lin's mother suddenly said, "I really don't know any of the students, but I do know an art teacher who can tutor."

Lin Ting pressed, "Who is it?"

Recently, the issue of university teachers running classes outside of university has been strictly investigated, and those found out will be dismissed.

Before Lin's mother could speak, Lin's father interjected, "You mean Lao Liao?"

Lin's mother nodded slightly.

Lin's father looked at his daughter, as if to say: Let's let bygones be bygones, I'll tell you who the teacher is right now.

Lin Ting: "Happiness really does make people's thinking more active."