In the past, Yao Pinghua felt that having meals at home was an enjoyment, especially when his mom cooked his favorite dishes. No matter how heavy his schoolwork was, he didn't feel it was hard.
But after tasting the food at the Seventh Dining Hall, he suddenly realized he hadn't had many good foods before. At most, the meals his mom cooked could only be considered food to fill the stomach.
However, even though his mom's cooking couldn't compare in taste to the Seventh Dining Hall, Yao Pinghua still accompanied his parents to finish dinner.
He was still in the age of seventeen or eighteen, needing to grow. Missing a meal would make him feel very hungry. Besides, these were dishes his mom had thoughtfully prepared.
As the dinner was about to end, Lao Yao seemed to suddenly remember something, turned his head, looked at Yao Pinghua, and asked:
"Xiaohua, it's time to fill out the university applications in the next couple of days, right? Have you decided which school to apply to?"
