I won 90 million, all I want to do is lie down and relax!

Friday was the day I had arranged with Xia Ran to visit Teacher Liu Guiying's house.

In the afternoon, Lu Zhaoyang drove to Yunzhao's largest shopping plaza.

When visiting a teacher's home, you certainly can't go empty-handed; you always have to bring a gift.

Lu Zhaoyang browsed around the mall and finally selected a case of high-quality honey and two jars of tea.

Back in the car, Lu Zhaoyang sent Xia Ran a message:

"Teacher Xia, what time are you going to Teacher Liu's place? Let's go together."

After a while, Xia Ran replied: "I sent you the address. You can go later. I just came from school and need to buy some things before I can go. Don't wait for me."

"It's okay, Teacher Xia, let's go together." Lu Zhaoyang sent a message to continue insisting.

After a while, Xia Ran called directly via voice message.

"Lu Zhaoyang, you didn't actually need to wait for me..."

Through the receiver, Lu Zhaoyang could still hear the noisy school broadcast on the other end. He said firmly, "It's okay, Teacher Xia, I don't mind the trouble. Are you off work? I've driven, I'll come pick you up, it's really no trouble at all."

To be honest, high school teachers, especially a strict female teacher like Liu Guiying, are...

Even after several years, Lu Zhaoyang still felt a little apprehensive.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt more at ease when he was with Xia Ran.

"Okay, then." Xia Ran thought Lu Zhaoyang was just being helpful, so she didn't refuse anymore.

Half an hour later, Lu Zhaoyang arrived at the residential area where Xia Ran lived.

She was already waiting by the roadside.

Before Lu Zhaoyang could even stop the car, he saw a beautiful figure standing by the roadside, like a scenic view.

She tilted her head slightly, as if deep in thought, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Lu Zhaoyang slowly drove up in front of her, and Xia Ran didn't even notice.

"Teacher Xia."

Lu Zhaoyang rolled the car window down completely and called out.

Xia Ran, standing before me, was wearing a clean and elegant off-white knitted sweater, paired with simple light-colored straight-leg trousers.

The outfit is simple yet elegant, without any flashy embellishments.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, soft and gentle.

For some reason, seeing the girl in front of me made even the evening breeze seem much gentler.

Xia Ran smiled immediately when she saw Lu Zhaoyang, waved, walked over, opened the car door, and got in: "Thank you so much for picking me up."

"Teacher Xia, you're too kind. I'm just a warm-hearted person."

Lu Zhaoyang chuckled and then casually asked, "Teacher Xia, were you pondering something just now? You seemed so engrossed in thinking about it?"

Xia Ran turned her head, stared at Lu Zhaoyang for a few seconds, and smiled playfully, "I'm thinking about a problem, but I can't say."

It's said that you shouldn't try to guess what a girl is thinking.

Although Lu Zhaoyang was a little curious, he wisely refrained from pressing the matter and instead asked, "Alright then, Teacher Xia, you said you wanted to buy something, is it a gift for Teacher Liu?"

"It's not about buying gifts, it's about buying some groceries," Xia Ran said.

"Buying...groceries?"

Lu Zhaoyang was about to start the car when he stopped again, asking in confusion, "Did you bring it from Teacher Liu's house?"

"Yes, about the dishes we'll be having later... Oh, is there anything you'd like to eat? You can choose, but only simple ones. I'm worried that if we're rushed, you might not be able to learn it. By the way, can you cook?"

Xia Ran looked at him expectantly.

"I...I'm alright..."

Lu Zhaoyang nodded subconsciously: "I can do it, but my skill level isn't very high."

"Phew! That's great! As long as you can do it, even if it's bad, it's better than me."

Xia Ran's eyes lit up. "Then why don't you take charge of the cooking later? I'm afraid my skills might scare you. If you're not afraid, I can give it a try."

Wait a minute!

Lu Zhaoyang covered his forehead, feeling increasingly confused as he listened.

"Teacher Xia, aren't we going to Teacher Liu's house as guests? So, oh, you mean, are we going to cook for ourselves?"

He really is a teacher; his hospitality is far more refined than he had imagined.

"So, is there no one else at Teacher Liu's house? Are we going to cook for ourselves? And is it just the two of us visiting this time?"

Xia Ran said, "Yes, but it's not like we're visiting. We're just going to see our teacher and have a casual meal. I go almost every week when I have time."

"Uncle Song had to go on a business trip for the past two days due to some unforeseen circumstances. I only found out yesterday."

Xia Ran nodded. "When I go to Teacher Liu's house, Uncle Song usually cooks. I was thinking of asking you to come another day, but then I thought, we are all Teacher Liu's students, so there's no need for so many formalities. We can just cook a few simple dishes ourselves. Yesterday I told Teacher Liu that you were coming today, and she was very happy and said it was no problem."

"Wait, Ms. Xia..."

Lu Zhaoyang heard the key point again.

At that moment, like a model student eager for knowledge, he suddenly raised his hand. "Did Teacher Liu only find out I was going yesterday? But didn't we set the time several days ago?"

Things are getting more and more chaotic.

Xia Ran was still smiling: "No, when we talked about you last time, Teacher Liu remembered you very well, so I said I would take you to my home next time. Teacher Liu said okay, and then I made an appointment with you."

"Oh, okay."

Lu Zhaoyang was somewhat defeated. He looked at Xia Ran and asked with great interest, "So, Teacher Xia, what dish are you planning to challenge yourself with?"

"Well, Teacher Liu is very simple when it comes to food, and so am I... it really just depends on what you want to eat!"

Xia Ran stared at Lu Zhaoyang with her big eyes wide open, almost as if she wanted to say, "You'd better keep it simple."

Lu Zhaoyang was indeed quite sensible. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively suggested, "Then let's keep it simple. How about something even greener and more pollution-free?"

"That would be perfect."

Xia Ran was very satisfied with Lu Zhaoyang's answer.

"Well, in that case, we can't go to the supermarket."

Lu Zhaoyang thought for a moment and then said.

"If we don't go to the supermarket, where else can we go?" Xia Ran asked.

"Most of the vegetables in supermarkets are put on the shelves in the morning. After being picked and chosen throughout the day, they are no longer fresh. The situation in the wet market is much better, but it also depends on luck. I know a place where the vegetables are absolutely fresh."

As Lu Zhaoyang spoke, he started the car.

Liu Guiying lives in the staff quarters next to the Zhaoyang No.1 Middle School campus, which is located on the East Outer Ring Road.

These past few days, Lu Zhaoyang has been wandering around and has learned that there are many people from nearby villages setting up vegetable stalls on the outer ring road around rush hour.

These vegetables are all from our own garden, some grown in our private plots and others in greenhouses.

They may not look the best, but compared to those in the market, they generally contain far less pesticide.