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

As soon as Lu Zhaoyang returned, he went into the kitchen, planning to show Xia Ran around after he started stewing the meat.

So Xia Ran didn't know which study he was talking about. Lu Zhaoyang was busy chuckling to himself and forgot about it for a moment.

Xia Ran wanted to ask, but when she thought about how she had clumsily burned all the newspapers without even lighting the stove, her cheeks flushed and she immediately felt embarrassed.

They walked around the kitchen and headed towards the rooms in the courtyard on the right, as Lu Zhaoyang had pointed out.

She didn't know which was the study, but fortunately the windows in these rooms were all set low.

Xia Ran didn't find it difficult to recognize.

She was also lucky; the first thing she saw through the window was the study.

"Wow!"

Before Xia Ran could even push the door open, she caught a glimpse through the window and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

A solid wood table stands quietly next to the window. If you look up slightly, you will see a floor-to-ceiling bookcase that takes up an entire wall.

The books of various colors are arranged in layers, serene and weighty, looking very grand and magnificent.

Xia Ran unconsciously slowed her steps and pushed the door open, finally getting a clear view of the entire study.

The entire study is elegant and comfortable, without any unnecessary decorations or colors.

Aside from a desk and a bookcase, there were a few plain-colored sofas and chairs scattered around.

Next to each chair is a small coffee table, and on each table is a beautiful table lamp.

Xia Ran was filled with amazement at the sight.

She couldn't help but imagine herself on a rainy day, turning on a warm yellow table lamp and snuggling into a cozy sofa.

What a pleasant and wonderful experience that would be!

In addition, two oil paintings hang on the wall, further enhancing the warm tone of the entire study.

There were no other decorations besides that.

Xia Ran turned her gaze back to the bookshelf opposite her, her surprise evident on her face.

Literature, social sciences, history, biographies—all kinds of books are available.

She wasn't unfamiliar with so many books.

My father was a book lover, and our family's book collection was larger than Lu Zhaoyang's.

There are many, many more.

She just didn't expect that someone her age like Lu Zhaoyang would go to such lengths to decorate such a study.

Suddenly, she remembered a comment her father had once made.

They say things like, "These days, not many young people like reading anymore."

Xia Ran also felt that her father was right. Among her peers, there were countless people who were engrossed in reading thick professional books.

However, there are indeed not many people who have the leisure to read such "leisure books" anymore.

Thinking of this, Xia Ran immediately took out her phone and took a picture of the bookshelf.

After looking around, Xia Ran felt somewhat dissatisfied, so she stood a little further away.

I carefully found the right angle and took another picture.

Sure enough, this time the effect was much better.

Xia Ran put away her phone with satisfaction, preparing to show it to her father when the opportunity arose.

She secretly thought to herself, "Old Xia has such a stellar reputation; he really shouldn't have spoken so absolutely. It's too careless. A young, educated man, and now she's run into him, hasn't she?"

Xia Ran was unaware of the unusual pride that welled up inside her at that moment.

Xia Ran finally remembered that her main purpose was to pick up the newspaper.

I came to the desk and saw old newspapers, soaked in ink, lying scattered to the side.

Xia Ran suddenly changed to another strange expression that was hard to describe.

"These characters... are a little ugly."

It seems Lu Zhaoyang has been practicing calligraphy a lot lately; there's a whole stack of old newspapers piled up on the floor below.

The calligraphy is a bit clumsy, but objectively speaking, there is visible progress little by little.

Xia Ran thought for a moment, then took another picture.

She dared not show this to her father; it was purely for her own amusement and keepsake.

When Xia Ran came out of the study, she stood there dumbfounded.

At this moment, flames had already started burning inside the stove and were shooting out.

She saw Lu Zhaoyang squatting in front of the stove, with a small boy named Han Shu squatting beside him, looking up as if watching the commotion.

Lu Zhaoyang felt something, turned his head and saw Xia Ran, smiled and waved to explain, "Teacher Xia, look, thanks to you warming up the stove just now, it will be easy to light right away."

Just now, he finished preparing everything we needed to, and then came to the stove to take a look.

He saw an old piece of paper in the pile of firewood and simply tried to touch it casually.

Unexpectedly, it ignited so easily.

He swears he really didn't do it on purpose.

At the same time, he realized that although this matter seemed small, the impact could be quite significant.

Lu Zhaoyang hesitated whether to put out the fire and pretend that nothing had happened.

Just then, Teacher Xia came out and saw them.

Even he himself thought the reason he came up with was too lame.

"call!"

Xia Ran silently walked up to Lu Zhaoyang, glanced at the newspaper, and blurted out, almost as if possessed, "Your handwriting is a bit ugly!"

"what?"

Looking at Xia Ran's aggrieved expression, Lu Zhaoyang was surprised that Teacher Xia would say something like that.

Oh dear, it looks like you're really furious.

Oh dear, even when I'm furious and throwing a tantrum, it's still so harmless.

It must have been really tough on Teacher Xia.

Lu Zhaoyang couldn't help but think how adorable she was, but on the surface he was very serious and said earnestly, "Teacher Xia's criticism is absolutely right. I've been feeling embarrassed for a long time, which is why I was thinking of reducing it as soon as possible so that no one else could see it."

"But I saw it," Xia Ran retorted.

"It's alright, I'm not afraid of Teacher Xia laughing at me," Lu Zhaoyang said with a carefree laugh.

Teacher Xia turned her head away, her cheeks flushed.

She didn't know what was wrong with her either.

I rarely have such a temper.

She wasn't deliberately getting angry at Lu Zhaoyang; she was angry at herself for not being able to help.

She didn't want to appear so clumsy.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to help at all. Was I too stupid?"

Xia Ran's face fell, and she asked in a low voice.

"How could that be? I'm so happy that Teacher Xia could come, and there's a big favor I can do for you later..."

"What?" Xia Ran asked in disbelief.

"If Ms. Xia doesn't like it later, could you please pretend it's delicious? That would make me happier!"

"What kind of help is this?" Xia Ran laughed.

This is clearly just teasing her.

Lu Zhaoyang said confidently, "It's true, Teacher Xia should know how important encouragement and recognition are for a beginner, so this favor from Teacher Xia is very important."

Xia Ran said, "But I know your cooking is delicious. Lu Zhaoyu is very proud of you as his older brother. I think he admires you a lot."

Xia Ran couldn't help but chuckle when she thought of the student's post on social media, about how delicious the food was and how lucky some girl would be to become her brother's girlfriend.

"My brother, what did this brat say?" Lu Zhaoyang didn't understand.

"It's nothing. I promise you, if it doesn't taste good later, I'll try my best to pretend it does, okay?" Xia Ran said proudly.

"I knew Teacher Xia was kind."

Lu Zhaoyang laughed loudly.