"A straight foot is not afraid of a crooked shadow." Lu Siyuan joined the conversation.
He and Shen Mianmian had nothing between them, so they had no fear of others slinging mud at them.
"Young man, full of youthful arrogance, you’ll suffer losses once you’re out in society," Li Yue warned him half seriously, half jokingly.
Lu Siyuan pursed his lips and kept silent.
Society is perilous, and although he hadn’t stepped out into it yet, he had already felt it.
"Big Brother He, about the fountain pen, thank you guys," Shen Mianmian glanced quickly at He Nan, then quickly shifted her gaze away.
His presence was too cold, and she dared not meet his eyes.
He Nan responded with a cold tone, conceding that the matter indeed involved him. Aside from the fountain pen, he sponsored her education, and he deserved that thank you.
The corners of Li Yue’s mouth twitched slightly; doing good deeds anonymously certainly wasn’t He Nan’s style.
"Did you drink the malted milk?" He Nan eyed Shen Mianmian’s still dry and thin cheeks, frowning even deeper.
Shen Mianmian was again caught off guard for a moment, a beat too slow, "I did." How did the topic jump to malted milk?
There actually wasn’t much in a bottle of malted milk, but she never dared to use much, always mixing just a bit of malted milk with a large bowl of water.
Sometimes she secretly drank it at night, other times when Zhou Lanfang and her nephew weren’t at home.
Fortunately, she always kept the kitchen very clean, and they never found out.
He Nan’s expression darkened slightly; if she didn’t get more nutrition, her height was really beyond help.
She looked at Li Yue somewhat perplexedly, hoping he could give her a hint.
Li Yue shrugged. If he could fathom He Nan’s thoughts, he wouldn’t be called Li Yue anymore. He could change his name to Surpassing Leap.
Following He Nan, the trio arrived at a noodle shop, and Shen Mianmian finally understood his intentions—he was inviting her to eat.
Shen Mianmian wanted to refuse. She barely opened her mouth when a look from He Nan instantly silenced her. The words on her lips never made it out, and she could only obediently stand there and listen as he spoke with the owner.
"Two large bowls of shredded pork noodles." After a pause, he added, "Made with wheat flour."
The owner, sensing that He Nan was no ordinary person, was especially enthusiastic, "Anything else?" Two bowls for four people just weren’t enough to go around!
He Nan didn’t immediately respond, but looked down at Shen Mianmian and asked in a deep voice, "How many days until the final exams?"
The moment he looked over, Shen Mianmian shuddered slightly with fear. He Nan frowned, thinking that his voice and demeanor were already much softer than usual.
"Including today, three days."
Shen Mianmian answered obediently.
Hearing this, He Nan took out money from his pocket, "Follow this serving size, morning and evening, cook a bowl of shredded pork noodles for each of them."
"Alright, take a seat for a moment, the noodles will be ready soon."
The owner happily took the money for three days’ worth of noodles and scurried off to cook.
Shen Mianmian and Lu Siyuan exchanged glances, both somewhat flabbergasted by the unexpected kindness, so surprised that they forgot to say thank you.
He Nan gave Sun Yue a look, signaling it was time to leave. Sun Yue, getting the hint, reached out to ruffle Lu Siyuan’s hair, but paused considering his height, then turned and ruffled Shen Mianmian’s hair instead, "Eat your noodles well, we’re leaving."
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He Nan gave him a cold look but didn’t say anything.