Just then, two bowls of noodles were cooked and brought over.
"Let’s eat!"
Fu Mingxue started to eat—the noodles from this stall were surprisingly delicious.
But Song Zhaodi had never eaten an egg in her entire life.
When she bit into the egg, tears couldn’t help but well up in her eyes.
To keep Teacher Fu, who was sitting across from her, from noticing something was amiss, she buried her head low.
She thought the egg was truly delicious, the best she had ever eaten—even later in life, when she was no longer short on money.
She would never forget the bowl of noodles Teacher Fu had treated her to.
The two of them finished eating quickly.
"Teacher Fu, you don’t have to take me back to school. I can walk back myself, and it’ll be a good chance to get familiar with the route."
Fu Mingxue had intended to take her back to school, but seeing how insistent she was,
she nodded. "Alright then, be careful. If anyone tries to talk to you on the way, just ignore them, okay?"
"Don’t worry, Teacher Fu. I’ll protect myself. You should hurry home!"
"Alright, I’m heading off." Fu Mingxue thought to herself, ’She’ll have to commute to and from work by herself in the future anyway.’
’Everyone has to walk their own path in the end.’
’It’s just like how I didn’t ask Song Zhaodi why she doesn’t change her name—that’s her own life to live.’
With a wave of her hand, she got on her bicycle and rode away.
Song Zhaodi watched Teacher Fu’s departing figure for a long time, only turning to walk toward the school after she was completely out of sight.
For the first time, she was filled with hope for her life.
’It turns out there are still so many kind people in this world.’
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Fu Mingxue rode her bicycle up to her front door, and just as she was about to knock, Qin Wenhao opened it.
"Why are you back so late? You must be starving."
Hearing Qin Wenhao’s words of concern, Fu Mingxue looked apologetic. "Sorry, something came up, so I’m late. You haven’t eaten yet?"

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