Her pretty face blushed as she fled the cafeteria.
What followed was a session of envious chatter from the three flamboyant guys in the dorm.
...
That evening, Li Zhiyan looked at the time frame for his task.
He took a taxi back home.
"Mom, I'm back!"
Calling out to his mom like a child, Li Zhiyan felt the happiest moments of his life were at home.
"Son."
Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Rongrong gestured for Li Zhiyan to come over, while the pressure cooker in the kitchen was still sending out puffs of steam.
"Mom made you a rib soup today."
"It'll be ready soon."
Seeing his mother dressed in stockings and a long skirt that day, Li Zhiyan also complimented her, "Mom, you look so beautiful."
"You always say the sweetest things."
Zhou Rongrong was always delighted whenever her son complimented her on her looks.
Ever since the day Li Zhiyan came back home crying, he had often praised her, and it seemed like he had become a different person.