Part Two: The Great Sugar of Eastern Lands, Chapter 307

n as a consultant to oversee Jin Yao Pharmaceuticals' production. 。Shu Tinglan expressed the sincerity of Jinyayo Pharmaceuticals. He didn't bring up the matter of Dr. Han deleting the article, becau..."On the way, Zhao Tingxing took the initiative to arrange: "After you send Han Zhaoyi to school in the morning, you don't have to worry about it anymore. I will pick him up after school. When you are busy in the evening, call me and I will take him there; On weekends, I can take him with me all the time. If you have time, just let me know your arrangements."

Hàn Lì sat quietly in the back row, tacitly accepting it. After all, as his father, picking up his child every day and spending a few more hours with them was only natural.

"If you don't speak up, I'll take it as your agreement." Zhao Tingxing declared domineeringly.

After Han Zhao Yi recovered from his injuries, he returned to school as normal, and Han Li's life finally got back on track. Apart from her work, she enrolled in an in-service master's program, which was a joint venture between a renowned foreign architecture college and the domestic Senzhou University. It had campuses in both Senzhou and Beijing, boasting high academic credibility. However, Han Li prioritized the teaching aspects of the foreign architecture college, allowing her to systematically learn the latest global architectural concepts.

With Han Zhao's work and study, every day is busy and fulfilling, with life passing by in a flash.

But she regretted a little that she hadn't objected to Zhao Tingxing's arrangement when they were in the car that day, because with the time she spent sending Han Zhaoyi back every night, the two of them inevitably saw each other every day.

Especially, every time Han Zhaoyi came back, he would pull Zhao Tingxing into the house and even ask him to stay for dinner. One day, Han Li simply couldn't refuse Han Zhaoyi's enthusiasm, so she made an excuse: "Mom didn't cook today."

Han Zhao'yi waved his hand dismissively: "Let Zhao Tingxing do it, he cooks really well."

When those words left her mouth, not only did Han Li laugh, but even Zhao Tingxing was stunned. As a rough man, he had eaten lunch boxes on construction sites before and later had someone cook three meals a day for him. Where would he know how to cook

But his son had created so many opportunities for him, he couldn't let him down. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Alright, I'll do it."

Just squeezed into the kitchen.

"Won't you come in and lend a hand" he called to Han Li.

Han Li pretended not to hear and played outside with Han Zhao Yi.

Zhaotingxing wasn't completely incapable of cooking. After all, he came from a poor family, so while his dishes might be rough around the edges, he could manage. Just as he finished preparing everything and carried the food out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Hanli, wearing slippers, went to answer the door, carrying a box of takeout with her.

Zhao Tingxing's stir-fried dishes were placed on the table, and Han Li's takeout was also placed on the table.

Han Zhao stood in the middle, his bright eyes looking left and right. One plate was pitch black, the other glazed and shiny. He was torn between the two.

Zhao Tingxing put a plate of stir-fried vegetables, which he had cooked very well, into Han Zhaoyi's bowl: "Didn't you say I cook delicious food Eat more."

Han Zhaoyi held the spoon, unable to bring himself to eat. He decided to just give in and sat beside his mother, eating her takeout.

He is a traitor.

Han Li's takeout order was enough for her and Han Zhao Yi to eat. That small portion wasn't nearly enough for Zhao Tingxing to fill his teeth, so he didn't want to grab any and could only eat what he had cooked himself.

"Step down for yourself: 'Don't mind the color, it tastes salty and just right, at least it's healthier than takeout.'"

"Would you like to try some" he asked Han Li again.

He treated him like he was air.

Taking just two bites, I found it difficult to swallow. Suddenly, I put down my chopsticks and, before Han Li and Han Zhaoyi could react, I took the takeout in front of them, as if to say, "I didn't eat well, so you don't get to enjoy yours either."

Han Li held his breath, wanting to get angry but controlling himself. “Did you finish You can leave after you finish.”sy, might even neglect her children, and the pay wasn't much, maybe just enough for one of his meals or a bottle of wine a month, hardly worth mentioning. But he respected her work very much and genui...