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Chapter 654

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    But before going to the research institute, he took some of the things he put away and gave them to Chen Sihui.

    "Why are you still hiding it!" Chen Sihui was surprised, as if hiding something like a child!

    Zhang Mo said solemnly: "I just don't want my aunt to take so much, lest she show it off again. Mom, these are for you. This is also Yan Ling's filial piety. She said, mom should eat more  This dried fruit. Good for your sleep and skin."

    "This kid!" Chen Sihui smiled and nodded.

    Zhang Mo packed the big bag and went to the research institute.

    When he returned to the institute, he went back to the dormitory first.  The dormitory is in the living area of ??the institute, and there is a living area in the institute for some people to rest.  Of course, some staff members are also arranged here.

    However, most of the staff can be assigned a house, and if they are assigned a house, they usually go out to live, or they live with their family.

    After all, the dormitories in the living area are not as free as outside, and the conditions are certainly not as good as those at home.

    Wen Zian was in the dormitory at this time, and after Mr. Xu gave Zhang Mo half a day off, he also gave him half a day off.  He had nothing to do, thinking that his brain was not as good as Zhang Mo, so he read books in the dormitory and took tutoring lessons.

    When he was writing and calculating some formulas, Zhang Mo came in with a big bag, which shocked him.

    "Zhang Mo, what is this?"

    Only then did Zhang Mo take out the things, ready to put them in his cabinet.

    Wen Zian was shocked when he saw how much he ate: "What are these? Fruity skin? Ume dried? Wow, did Zhang Mo send it to you last time? What else? Wow, it seems better than last time.  There are more! This looks delicious, I have never seen it before! Is this the mushroom sauce that I mentioned last time? Great, we can take it with us when we eat steamed buns in the future.  And what kind of sauce is this?"

    During the last Spring Festival, Zhang Mo also brought back a pack of things, so he spent the whole Spring Festival happily!

    Because the things Zhang Mo brought were really delicious!

    Zhang Mo put the things into the cabinet one by one, and then took some out to Wen Zian.  However, half of what he gave was prepared by his aunt at home, and there was also a box of meat.

    Wen Zian was as excited as a fool: "Zhang Mo, you are so kind. Your home is here, and you prepare so many delicious food from time to time. It doesn't matter if my home is far away, there are not so many delicious food!"

    When he said that, Zhang Mo felt even more happy in his heart.  Although his family is here, the person who prepared these things for him is not his family.  It was Li Yanling, thinking that Li Yanling was still thinking about him from such a far away place, he felt very sweet in his heart.

    Of course, the family also prepares for him, but what he likes more is the one prepared by Li Yanling.

    While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.

    "You are all here!" Xiao Jinwen said with a smile, "I thought Zhang Mo should be back at this time, sure enough."

    Zhang Mo glanced at the door lightly, but said nothing.

    On the contrary, Wen Zian said excitedly: "You came at the right time, Zhang Mo brought a bunch of food from home!"

    "Really?" Xiao Jinwen walked in and said happily, "When I ate at noon, I really liked Auntie's handicrafts. What else does Zhang Mo have to eat? Don't you want to share it with me?" (Remember this site  URL: www.hlnovel.com
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