At the same time, Zhou Fu, who had received words from the servants, had arrived at the kitchen. He was quite surprised by the sight of Su Han skillfully making himself eggs.

“Little Young Sir had always been preparing breakfast for himself?”

“Mmhmm.” Su Han nodded.

Su Han would always have eggs and steam buns in the refrigerator. They were nutritious and simple, according to her.

Thinking about Su Ran, Su Han stiffened a little when he saw the three eggs in the pot.

Out of habit over time, he seemed to have made an extra one…

[Teacher Wang]: That is a very good suggestion, Su Han's father!

Teacher Wang responded in the group chat and even seemed a little emotion in her respond.

Teacher Wang had no idea what was going through the minds of the other parents but she did realize that Father Su Han’s opinion overlapped greatly with the new learning style stressed by their principal over the staff meeting the other day.

Teacher Wang had been trying to come up with ideas for new learning methods and, low and behold, a parent had provided her with such a great suggestion.

[Teacher Wang]: @Father Su Han. Thank you for your suggestion. We will confer on your suggestions and adjust the style and content of the students’ homework assignments accordingly.

“To look through them,” replied Lu Shao very matter-of-factly.

Today, after Su Ran’s hard work, Mr. Lu was brought back into the Class #8’s Parents’ chatgroup again.

With Su Ran’s department, Lu Shao’s first assignment as a parent was to report back in the group the progress of his child’s homework.

Su Han thought about that too after hearing what Lu Shao had said. He pinched his lips shut but resentment was still written all over his stubborn face.

“I don’t need you looking through my homework.

“My health is great and I eat well and sleep well. All of my health indicators are pristine,” said Su Han. Then, pursing his lips a little, he carried on, “As for the need to run at night, I think it is more for older men who needed senna obtusifolia-stuff pillow for his bed or to add goji berries when they have a glass of water.”

Upon hearing that, Zhou Fu’s lips twitched visibly.

As his assistant, Zhou Fu was certain that Mr. Lu did not have a senna obtusifolia-stuff pillow nor did he enjoy drinking goji berry tea. That being said, the look of mockery and contempt in Su Han’s eyes convinced Zhou Fu in no uncertain terms that he was, indeed, talking about the same Mr. Lu.