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The distance between the playground and the cafeteria is quite far.
So, athletes have an earlier mealtime.
When coming out of the playground, Daisy Zane unzipped her school uniform.
She was too hot and had sweated a lot.
But as soon as she unzipped it, Turner Daniel said, âDaisy, the wind is cold. Donât take it off, be careful not to catch a cold.â
Hearing his words, George Dunn glanced at him.
Daisy Zane also looked at him and said, âHmmm.â
She had sweated all over, and her clothes were sticking to her body, but she didnât stop taking them off.
Just then, several athletes from the playground walked by. Several people were leaning on each other, exhausted, but their eyes looked very energetic. After passing by Daisy Zane, they all respectfully shouted, âDaisy.â
They just greeted the others casually.
Daisy Zaneâs eyes showed a hint of a smile, and she raised her eyebrows as if to acknowledge them.
âDaisy, will you come tomorrow morning?â one of the boys asked. âTomorrow we are running short races.â
âIâll be in the classroom tomorrow.â Daisy Zane resumed her usual demeanor, as if the person sprinting on the playground wasnât her.
âThatâs a shame.â
A few boys chatted casually with Daisy Zane while walking towards the cafeteria.
Celeste Martin walked beside Serena Buster and saw that none of the boys looked at her even once, as if treating them like air. Her heart felt choked like a block of stone, unable to breathe.
It was just brute strength and being able to run.
What was there to be proud of? It wasnât an elegant sport, but it could still be shown off.
Working in the countryside, oneâs physical strength improves, but itâs not something to treasure.
Daisy Zane didnât talk much, but she still responded to the questions.
Moreover, she talked about some useful things that were helpful to them.
The boys kept talking to Daisy Zane until they reached the cafeteria before reluctantly parting to eat.
âDaisy Zane, how do you know everything?â Serena Buster suddenly said.
Hearing her words, Celeste Martin muttered in her heart. So what if she knew? Itâs all not good stuff anyway.
âI have some understanding.â
After she finished speaking, her cell phone rang in her pocket.
It was a call from Olivia Lane.
She answered the phone, âWhatâs wrong, little girl?â
Olivia Laneâs voice was weak, as if she hadnât woken up. She said, âLook to the left.â
Daisy Zane turned her head to the left and saw Olivia Lane standing on the edge of the cafeteria.
âCome here, I brought you breakfast.â Olivia Lane said.
âHuh?â
âMy brother asked Aunt to make it.â Olivia Lane finished speaking and hung up the phone before sitting down.
Daisy Zane put her phone back in her pocket and said to George Dunn and the others, âYou guys go eat. My deskmate brought me food.â
Instantly, the other seven people remembered their own deskmates.
Then they all headed to the window to get their food.
Daisy Zane went to find Olivia Lane. When she arrived at the table, she saw a table full of refined breakfast and raised her eyebrows.
This Young Master Lane⦠is he afraid that she has two stomachs?
âMy brother said he didnât know what you like, so he asked the cook to prepare a few extra dishes.â Olivia Lane explained.
Daisy Zane sat down, âThen you can pass on my thanks to Young Master Lane.â
âWhatâs there to thank?â Olivia Lane said, âMy brother and Harton Clark grew up together, they have a very good relationship.â
Daisy Zane smiled, picked up a spoon and took a sip of soup. The bone soup was very flavorful.
But Daisy Zane suddenly paused and frowned.
âWhatâs wrong? Doesnât it taste good?â Olivia Lane asked.
Daisy Zane looked at the soup and then at Olivia Lane, âNo, itâs delicious.â
âWhy are you frowning then?â
Daisy Zane took another pan-fried bun, and after taking a bite, a glimmer flickered in the bottom of her eyes too.
But it was not as strong as the previous reaction, she said softly, âIt tastes very good.â
âOf course, Aunt Cruzâs cooking is the best,â Olivia Lane said proudly.
âIs that the Aunt Cruz?â Daisy Zane asked casually.
âYes, Aunt Cruz can do anything.â
Daisy Zane smiled and took another sip of the soup. The taste of the soup was so familiar, as if she had tasted it somewhere before, but she couldnât remember where.
But she didnât think too much about it.
Maybe she had tasted something similar somewhere else before, but she wouldnât care too much about such trivial matters.
After finishing a bowl of soup, Daisy Zane scooped up another bowl for herself. Without caring what she scooped up, she dumped everything into her bowl.
Olivia Lane then saw Daisy Zane frowning at the two pieces of white radish in her bowl.
Just as Olivia Lane was about to speak, she watched Daisy Zane eat the radish pieces.
Calmly and without any abnormal reaction.
Daisy Zane wasnât snobbish or pretentious when it came to eating. She was delightful to watch, showing exceptional etiquette and manners.
Watching her eat one piece of radish, Olivia asked, âDo you eat white radish?â
Daisy Zane looked at her, saw her surprised expression, and hesitated, âDo I⦠not eat white radish?â
âYouâ¦â Oliviaâs words reached her mouth, but she quickly swallowed them back, âItâs nothing.â
She might still be a little sleepy and confused.
âWhy, donât you like it?â Daisy asked, âItâs not good to be picky.â
âMind your own business.â Olivia poked at the pan-fried buns in front of her a few times.
Although they brought a lot of breakfast, it was eventually eaten almost completely.
Olivia Lane was already full and just watched Daisy Zane seemingly eating slowly but actually quite fast, consuming a lot of food.
How could she maintain her figure eating this much?
What they both didnât know was that early this morning, both William Lane and Allonzo Hobson found out what Daisy Zane liked to eat.
As for why they didnât ask Kevin Clark, it was because William Lane felt that due to Kevin Clarkâs inexplicable hostility towards him, he wouldnât tell him.
Among the four of them, except for Kevin Clark, Allonzo Hobson was the one who had the most contact with Daisy Zane.
However, Allonzo Hobson told him that his sister Lucia could eat anything and everything. The only requirement was to prepare more.
He was a bit surprised and suddenly felt Allonzo Hobsonâs words were not very reliable. After all, preparing too much for a girl could also be seen as impolite.
So, he asked Hugo Clark.
As a result, Hugo Clark said that it should be prepared twice the amount of Oliviaâs portion.
But in the end, what was sent from home was much more than twice the amount.
However, Daisy Zane almost ate all of it, because it was indeed delicious.
She had tried every dish, but each one tasted different from what was available outside.
And all this was arranged by William Lane on the way.
It wasnât until past eight oâclock that he arrived at the place where Old Master Lane lived in Oxford City.
Due to its geographical location, Oxford City has a great climate, which is very suitable for the elderly.
Old Master Lane purposely moved to the countryside to slow down his lifeâs rhythm.
The car stopped in front of the courtyard.
The courtyard was very spacious. As far as the eye could see, there were various fruit trees and flowers.
Usually, the servants took good care of the place in an exquisite manner. Not only did they ensure the growth of the fruits, but they also maintained the aesthetic appeal and artistic sense of the fruit trees.
With various flowers interspersed among the trees.
Upon entering this place, one had a feeling of entering a fairyland.
Regardless of the different scenery since his last visit, William Lane had no mood to enjoy the view. Instead, he went straight into the house.
He had not slept all night, a trace of fatigue on his face, but his mind was clear. He wanted to see Old Master Lane immediately and talk to him.