Tian Jiafang was wearing take-out overalls, with a dozen take-out boxes in her left and right hands.
He was out of breath from climbing the stairs just now. The face under the helmet was covered with sweat, and the hair was disheveled, looking very embarrassed.
Jiang Yan dropped the vocabulary book in his hand, ran up a few steps, and took the takeaway from Tian Jiafang's hand.
"Mom, why are you here?"
Seeing Jiang Yan, Tian Jiafang was startled.
Just as she was about to speak, Geng Dali's sinister voice came from behind: "Oh, Xin Nandong, so your mother is a food delivery man?"
After the words fell, his little followers burst into laughter.
Jiang Yan froze in place.
Only then did Tian Jiafang realize that she seemed to have caused trouble to her son.
On the face with deep wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, a flustered expression emerged.
She snatched those takeaway boxes from Jiang Yan's hand, lowered her head, and stammered: "I, I don't know him, I'm not his mother. Classmate, you, you misidentified the person."
Geng Dali snorted coldly.
"Misidentified? In this world, can anyone misidentify their own mother? Xin Nandong, tell me, is this your mother?"
Tian Jiafang didn't even dare to look at Jiang Yan, she put the takeaway box in her hand on the table in the front row, turned around and was about to leave.
But he was stopped by Geng Dali.
"Want to leave? If you leave now, I will give you a bad review, and then call you to complain about your poor service attitude!"
"Student, you, how can you do this?"
Tian Jiafang rubbed her hands awkwardly, her thin back looked a little stooped.
From Jiang Yan's perspective, he could still see the faint silver strands in her hair. The humble tone and attitude are the epitome of those mothers who are bent over by life.
In the classroom, you can still hear comments such as Li Yaoyao's "Xin Nandong is really a delivery man".
Jiang Yan's eyes turned cold, and he quietly clenched his fists.
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Tian Jiafang regretted giving this takeaway very much at the moment.
Today is Friday, and there are a lot of takeaway orders. In the store she was in charge of with her colleagues, a customer suddenly asked her to deliver food. Without thinking too much, she took the order. Because she took too many takeaways, she arrived at the destination in a daze, only to find out that this was her son's class.
She has failed to give her son good conditions. If she still makes him lose face in school, how can she be worthy of him
son he...
If you can choose, you probably don't want to have a mother who delivers food, right
Gritting her teeth, Tian Jiafang was about to leave regardless of the bad review, when a warm hand suddenly grabbed her shoulders.
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She raised her head in surprise, and saw Xin Nandong's firm and smiling profile.
"Let me introduce to my classmates. This is my mother. My mother has always supported me in school. I respect her very much and love her very much."
Those discussions disappeared, and the classroom was suddenly silent.
While Tian Jiafang was still in a daze, Gu Beibei stepped forward and took a takeaway with a smile.
"Auntie has worked hard."
Zhang Xiaoning glanced at Geng Dali, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with delivering food? It's not shameful to be self-sufficient."
He also stepped forward and smiled sweetly at Tian Jiafang.
"Auntie, you've worked hard. Would you like some water? I still have an unopened bottle of mineral water."
Only then did Tian Jiafang realize it, and quickly waved her hands.
"No, no, thank you."
Looking at Xin Nandong who was standing beside her, who was already a head taller than her, her eyes became moist.
In the past, she was the one who shielded Xin Nandong from the storms of life. And now, her son can stand in front of her and protect her.