He Longze responded with a "Hmm," pretending not to notice what she was holding, and asked coolly, "Is there something the matter, Teacher Fang?"
"No, not really. This is the Brain Tonic Soup my mom brought for me today. She made too much, and I can't finish it. I thought about how hard Instructor He works to train my students every day, so I'm giving half of it to you. I hope it helps you sleep better."
He Longze didn't even glance at the contents of the bowl, turned around, sat on the sofa, elegantly crossed his legs, and said amusingly, "Thank you for your kind intention, Teacher Fang. Just leave it there, I'll eat it later."
"Alright." Teacher Fang smiled shyly, quickly brought the bowl over to the coffee table, straightened up, and hesitantly asked, "I wonder if Instructor He has time tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night?" He raised his eyebrows with a hint of curiosity.
