Before long, Jiang Nuo understood why Mu Qiuniang said he wouldn't stay long, as he received a call from the orphanage director, asking him to return because something came up.
His phone was bought from a second-hand market, just so he could keep in touch with her, which forced him to save one or two months' worth of meal expenses.
He didn't know if she found out about those months, but she made an extra meal for him to take to school. From then on, whenever he visited her, she would prepare a lunchbox for him to take to school the next day.
Moreover, her lunchboxes seemed especially high-end; even if the food was prepared the day before, it was still warm by noon the next day, just like freshly cooked.
"The director has something going on, so I need to go back. I can't have dinner with you tonight."
"Okay." Mu Qiuniang nodded, "I've also put the lunchbox for tomorrow in the basket."
Jiang Nuo felt a bit embarrassed, "You're almost covering all my meals."
