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"Mom, we actually have a lot of clothes. And I seem to have gotten tanned recently. Will it look bad if I wear clothes like this?"

The little guy's thoughts are all on display.

Meng Wantang couldn't help but smiled and said, "How could that be? Our little Lu Jinhe is so good-looking that she can handle any kind of clothes."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. When has mom ever lied to you?"

Xiaopang was so delighted that he was overjoyed.

Meng Wantang looked at the many parents arriving one after another and handed the things in her hand to Xiaopang.

"These are the cookies mom made. Share them with your classmates. Don't quarrel with them. If your classmates like them, tell them that you will bring them some next time."

Meng Wantang knew that the little guy was worried about being tired. Even if other children liked the food and asked him to bring some more, this kid would definitely refuse without hesitation.

How can we be friends like this?

Besides, it’s just making some cookies, it’s not tiring.

Meng Wantang could only make things clear to the little guy in advance to prevent him from making any mistakes.

Parent-teacher conferences are actually all the same routine.

After Meng Wantang finished the parent-teacher meeting for Xiaopang, she went to hold parent-teacher meetings for several older children.

Xiaopang and the others haven’t finished school yet, so they can’t go with Meng Wantang.

"Wait a moment, I'll come pick you up after I finish the parent-teacher conference for my brothers. You can wait in the classroom for a while. Don't go with strangers. Don't talk to strangers, got it?"

There were quite a lot of people attending the parent-teacher meeting at school today. Meng Wantang didn't know what was going on, and subconsciously reminded the child.

"Mom, you are so nice."

As soon as Lu Suihe saw Meng Wantang, he ran over quickly, held Meng Wantang's arm, and slowly walked into the campus.

I met many classmates on the way, and they asked in surprise: "Lu Suihe, your sister is here to attend a parent-teacher meeting for you?"

"Are you blind? Last time my grandma came to the parent-teacher conference for me, you said it was my mom. This time my mom came to the parent-teacher conference for me, and you said it was my sister."

Lu Suihe was so proud when he spoke.

"Ah, is this your mother? Your mother looks really young, just like your sister."

"Humph."

Lu Sui, Ao Di and Meng Wantang continued to walk inside.

Meng Wantang smiled and asked, "The last time your grandma came to your parents' meeting, did your classmates think she was your mother?"

"Yes, you know my grandma's temperament. She is outstanding. When she sits there, she really doesn't look old at all. Others think it's my mother. Especially the kid just now, whose mother has the same inherited poor eyesight as him. She kept talking to my grandma about how good her son is. How good is her son."

Although Lu Suihe expressed his disgust, his face was full of smiles.

You can see that this boy is very proud.

"Mom, if you're sitting with his mother today, you have to tell her in advance. Otherwise, she'll be annoyed to death if I keep asking you how your brother studies."

Lu Suihe was a chatterbox, constantly complaining about his deskmate's mother's poor eyesight and always misunderstandings.

"Do you still need to take care of his studies? Isn't it something that can be learned without reading the book twice? But her son can't do that. Her son has to study hard, but he can't learn well even if he studies hard."

After Lu Suihe finished showing off proudly, he said a little embarrassedly: "Mom, please don't say this to others when the time comes. Let's just talk about this between the two of us in private. If you really say it in front of others, they will think you deserve a beating."

Meng Wantang tapped his forehead with amusement.

"Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

If she was like Lu Suihe, so outspoken, she would have no chance of doing business and would be lucky if she wasn't beaten to death by others.

"What are they doing?"

After Meng Wantang came over, she realized that she didn't see the other two children. Logically, these three children should be inseparable.

"Lu Sinian was called by the art teacher. The art teacher thought his paintings were very good and wanted him to go to an art school to specialize in painting. But Lu Sinian didn't want to learn painting at all, so he rejected the teacher. As a result, the art teacher came to him every few days. He might be afraid that you would worry and that the art teacher would come to find you, so he followed the art teacher."

Meng Wantang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he heard this: "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

Lu Suihe confidently pushed all the responsibility onto Lu Sinian: "What do you want me to say? He asked me to keep it a secret and didn't let me tell you. Am I going to betray him?"

"So what did you say this time?"

Lu Suihe wanted to lift his chin to the sky: "Of course it's because I can't hide it. You came to school and asked him where he went. Did I say he went to the toilet? Then you came out after the parent-teacher meeting and still didn't see him. You asked him where he went. He went to do something else. But we have to go home after the parent-teacher meeting. It's impossible to hide it."

Meng Wantang smiled and shook her head.

She finally understood that this boy was waiting for her at the door on purpose, probably just to tell her about this.

But what a silly kid! He just wants to learn painting, why does he have to hide it from his family?

Meng Wantang thought that this child must really like painting. But painting is a waste of money and it seems that there is no future for it.

At least in the eyes of most family members, painting is a waste of time.

There are many talented people, but how many of them can actually become painters?

Some children want to draw.

However, parents want their children to get into a good university. If they learn to paint, it will inevitably take up a large part of their energy, which will definitely reduce their academic performance.

Even if the academic performance of smart children does not decline, a large part of their energy will be diverted. In the eyes of many parents, this is an unwise choice.

Therefore, painting is not favored by many parents of this era.

It's normal for Lu Sinian to want to hide it from her.

The child probably didn't want to see his disappointed look.

But how could he know that she would look at him with disappointment?

Meng Wantang never thought that learning to paint was a bad thing.

She likes painting very much, and especially likes and envies those who can paint, but she herself does not have this talent.

Or maybe she actually has a little bit of talent, but needs to work hard to make up for her shortcomings.

She has already studied Chinese medicine and does not have the extra energy to learn painting, so until now she can only envy.

Meng Wantang walked to the door of the classroom, and Lu Suihe said to her with a smile: "Mom, don't betray me when the time comes. If he knows, just tell him that it was the teacher who told him."

"Don't worry, I will never betray you. I brought some food for you in the car, go get it and share it with your classmates."

Meng Wantang gave the car keys to Lu Suihe and asked the child to get them himself.

"Then I'll go."

Lu Suihe took the car keys and ran away after a while.

Meng Wantang could still hear her calling her friends. The deskmate he disliked also followed behind him, the two of them walked towards the car with their arms around each other's shoulders, like two brothers.

Meng Wantang sat in the last row of the classroom. There were four tables next to each other in the last row.

Apart from his three sons, there was Lu Suihe's deskmate.

Meng Wantang sat in this position alone for a while, and then she saw a very neat-looking woman walk in.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Meng Wantang.

"Hey, hello, are you Lu Yunhe's sister? Xue Baoliang's mother Wang Yamei."

Only then did Meng Wantang realize that his son’s deskmate was actually called Xue Baoliang.

This is a nice name. It shows that the Xue family dotes on this son very much.

Xue Baoliang looks quite similar to his mother, both of them look cheerful.

"Hello, I'm Lu Yunhe's mother. My name is Meng Wantang."

Wang Yamei was stunned for a moment. She looked at Meng Wantang with wide eyes and exclaimed after a long while.

"You are actually their mother. My God, you look so young. I just thought you were the older sister of the children."

Meng Wantang smiled and said, "Maybe I just don't worry about it. After all, I don't have to worry about my children's studies or their daily lives. There's nothing to worry about at home, and I don't have to do housework. I just do things I like to do. People look younger when they don't worry."

As Wang Yamei listened, the smile on her face almost disappeared.

But what they said is the truth, this is how their life is.

Look at how promising these three children are.

If she had given one to their family, she wouldn't be so worried.

"You look younger when you don't worry about others. But what do you like to do in your daily life?" Wang Yamei was quite curious. What did Meng Wantang usually do?

How can I not worry at all?

Meng Wantang thought about it seriously and said, "Actually, I don't do anything except make some money and treat patients. I opened a clinic before, but you know that clinic doesn't make much money. So I have to make money from other places to fill my clinic. Now there are quite a lot of doctors in my clinic, all of them are veteran doctors. So there are quite a few people who come to my clinic for treatment."

"Oh, you're actually a doctor. I didn't realize it at all, but if a doctor as young as you opens a clinic, the business will definitely not be good. If it were me, I would not go to a doctor as young as you. People say that a doctor without hair on his lips is not reliable."

Meng Wantang still smiled and gave Wang Yamei a lot of face. After all, what she said was not wrong, but she just felt uncomfortable saying it.

"I don't know much about other clinics. As long as people have seen me, they will continue to come to me. Our clinic is based on the business of old customers."

Wang Yamei asked in surprise: "Where is your clinic?"

"Oh, it's the clinic at the front door."