Chapter 553: Xueba girl conquers elegant professor 8

Chapter 553: Xueba girl conquers elegant professor 8

After a moment of silence, Hua Ditang said, "Many times, adults do things unreasonably. You are a good boy. If your sister does something wrong, that scum will be punished."

His comforting words warmed Shu Ange's heart. There are too many people in this world who view their victims with colored eyes.

Just like Li Jinglan was sexually harassed by her brother-in-law and was almost harassed by him, if he succeeds, everyone will talk about it as a talk and charge the victim with trumped-up charges.

He didn't succeed, Shu Ange went to the police station to sue Song Tianhang, and another wave of people came out to be a good peacemaker under the banner of home and prosperity.

You can't say how bad these people are, but it is they who have caused secondary harm to the victims.

Shu Ange mentioned this to Hua Ditang not to win his sympathy, but to not want him to hear the spiced version in the future.

Li Jingzhu's ears are soft and stupid, while Song Tianhang's heart is wicked and ruthless, and the two of them may make trouble in the future.

Today, Li Jingzhu can threaten Shu Ange about her reading, and she can threaten her with her reputation in the future.

Shu Ange never took gossip to heart, but she didn't want Hua Ditang to misunderstand her.

"Mr. Hua, thank you for your understanding. I felt uncomfortable that day, and rushed to Yuanhua University to look for you. I really appreciate you not only being impatient, but also lending me books."

Seeing her sparkling eyes, Hua Ditang was suddenly a little fortunate that he didn't reject a stranger who suddenly broke in that day.

She is really a very well-behaved girl, and Hua Ditang is a little ashamed. He only did a little trivial thing, but he received such solemn thanks and gratitude from her.

"Don't be too polite. When your college entrance examination is over, I can get you a library card from the library of Yuanhua University. There are many history books. Think of your parents, they must hope that you can pass the college entrance examination."

After Shu Ange listened carefully to Hua Ditang's long speech, he showed a wry smile: "My parents passed away a few years ago, let's not talk about this, do you have **** or Sydney at home, Mr. Hua, and have you eaten lunch?"

Hua Ditang was even more emotional when he heard that Shu Ange's parents passed away, but seeing her put away her sad face and cheered up, he did not deliberately mention her sadness.

"Ginger in the kitchen and Sydney in the fridge. I'll cook whatever you like."

When it comes to cooking, Hua Ditang is a little guilty. He is really not good at cooking. He has a nanny at home, and often goes out to eat when he lives alone.

Today, I was sick and lost my appetite. Hua Ditang planned to drink some boiled water to deal with it. He was thankful that his mother had just come by yesterday and filled his refrigerator.

"Let me do it, Mr. Hua, thanks to your care and guidance. You are still sick, just let me cook, please don't despise my craftsmanship."

Shu Ange put down his schoolbag and didn't give Hua Ditang a chance to refuse. He opened the refrigerator and picked a few vegetables and eggs, and walked towards the kitchen.

Hua Ditang felt sorry for letting the guests cook, but he couldn't stop Shu Ange, so he could only follow her into the kitchen.

Shu Ange didn't rush people. The two of them were busy in the kitchen together, which was conducive to cultivating their relationship. She didn't come here as a mother.

"Where's the rice? White porridge is light and nourishing for the stomach. It is better to drink more porridge when you are sick."

Hua Ditang leaned over from the cabinet, filled a bowl of rice, and consciously washed it under the tap.

With the sound of water, Shu Ange cut a few pieces of **** and green onions, added pepper and garlic, and threw them into the pot to cook.

The hot **** soup was ready. With the cooperation of Hua Ditang, Shu Ange washed the vegetables, picked them and cut them into pieces or slices, and then put the rice into the rice cooker, just about to stir-fry the vegetables.

Shu Ange poured a bowl of hot **** soup and held it in front of Hua Ditang with a smile: "Mr. Hua, drinking a bowl of strong **** soup is good for your health when you have a cold and a fever. I was like this when I was a child, be careful not to burn yourself."

The **** soup is very strong, and you can smell the strong spicy taste before you enter it. Hua Ditang looked at Shu Ange's busy figure, and his heart suddenly warmed.

She is very skilled in cooking and spooning, and she is also very smooth in chopping vegetables. At first glance, she often cooks.

A 17- or 18-year-old girl, her parents died, her sister didn't care, and she met a scumbag. It was so heart-wrenching.

"The target character's favorability is +15, and the current favorability is 62."

Shu Ange's hand holding the spoon paused, looking back at Hua Ditang and smiling lightly: "Mr. Hua, drink the **** soup while it's hot and sweat. The dishes are almost ready, you can just wait in the living room."

Of course, Hua Ditang didn't go to the living room to wait. He held up the bowl with both hands, and drank the steaming **** soup all at once. In an instant, his internal organs were hot, and he soon sweated.

Her **** soup works very well, very much like the old **** soup that Hua Ditang remembered her grandmother boiled.

"I'll go out first and come over to serve the dishes later."

It was really uncomfortable to be sticky and greasy, Hua Ditang planned to change clothes and take a shower after Shu Ange left.

"Come on, there's nothing wrong with the kitchen."

Shu Ange didn't lift his head and answered the sentence readily, and a thin sweat broke out from his temples and the tip of his nose. Seeing this scene, Hua Ditang was even more moved.

When he changed his clothes and walked out of the room, the kitchen had turned off the fire, and Shu Ange put the dishes on the dining table briskly.

Hua Ditang hurriedly went into the kitchen, got busy with Shu Ange, and said embarrassedly, "I'm so embarrassed to let you cook as a guest."

The two put together the vegetables and porridge, and set up chopsticks and spoons. Shu Ange sat opposite Hua Ditang and smiled: "It's all home-cooked food, I'll eat some soon."

After being busy for a while, Shu Ange's cheeks were flushed, and his temples were covered in sweat. Hua Ditang hesitated and handed over the plain white handkerchief.

"Wipe your sweat, the handkerchief is clean."

Shu Ange took the handkerchief, wiped it, and put it on the table: "Mr. Hua looks very good in a white shirt, and suddenly looks much younger."

Being called young by a little girl, Hua Ditang blushed, picked up chopsticks and changed the subject: "Let's eat, it's really hard for you today."

Four dishes and one soup, fresh and delicious, Hua Ditang was full of praise for Shu Ange's craftsmanship after tasting it: "You have all the colors and flavors, your craftsmanship is really good, and Teacher Hua is far inferior to you."

Shu Ange smiled and said unintentionally, "Mr. Hua just likes it. If there is a chance in the future, I will do more for you. Respecting teachers and teaching starts from me."

Her eyes were bright and childish, so that Hua Ditang would not have any selfish thoughts, nor would she doubt her intentions.

"The college entrance examination is coming soon. I can give you advice when preparing for the test and filling out the application form."

Shu Ange shook his ponytail proudly, and said confidently, "Don't worry, Yuanhua University History School, if you don't obey the adjustment, I will definitely be admitted."

(Everyone go to sleep soon)