Chapter 120

"Thanksgiving school organizes open day visits for parents." Ilan looked at the documents Bai Yiming had prepared for her and said, "According to the school's request, each class must prepare an event that meets the requirements of [Thanksgiving]."

"Or give your parents a hug?" Someone suggested that they had done the same thing in high school before, giving their parents a hug.

"Isn't it a little easy?" Someone immediately questioned, "Do we need to draw our parents' faces?"

"No, I'm a handicapped person when I paint." This suggestion was also rejected. "What's more, the finished portrait looks like a legacy photo. It's even an Impressionist, alright."

"What about the theatrical performance? Singing, singing, reciting, etc. " Another person suggested.

"Isn't it too ordinary? It seems like this is the usual event." This opinion was rejected again.

"Why don't we make a table of food for our parents?" Someone suddenly suggested.

"This is quite novel, it should be possible." Someone echoed, "Then that's it!"

"But can the school be willing to use kitchen utensils and fire?" There were also those who were hesitant. Although the proposal was not bad, they felt that the possibility of it being passed was not high.

"Let's talk about this with the school later." Ilan nodded thoughtfully. She also felt that this suggestion should be feasible.

"Alright." Everyone was eager to give it a try. This seemed quite interesting.

"Vice Class Wang, did you finish recording the class reunion?" Yi Lan looked at Wang Hongfei who was in the first row.

"It's done." Wang Hongfei nodded and stopped writing.

"Then let's end today's class here. Everyone will start studying on their own. After class, everyone else will be starting on their own day." At this point, Ilan also got off the podium and returned to his seat.

After that, the first year of high school (B) began taking self-study classes. Everyone read books and did homework.

When the school bell rang, everyone packed their bags and said goodbye to each other before leaving the classroom.

Sitting in her car, Ilan leaned his head against the seat, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"First Miss, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? " The driver looked at Ilan in the rearview mirror.

"I'm fine." "I'm just a little tired," she said, shaking her head and closing her eyes.

"Eldest Miss, although studying is important, you still have to pay attention to your physical health." Uncle Yu said with concern.

"Right." "Yes," she answered, and dove off to sleep.

"…" Old Yu looked at his rearview mirror and shook his head. Students these days are truly difficult.

Back at the Yi Mansion, Ilan said that she didn't want to eat dinner, so she went back to her room. Right now, she was very tired and wanted to get a good night's sleep. She took a hot bath and changed into her pajamas before falling asleep. She hadn't felt this tired in a long time.

When she woke up again, she rubbed her blurry eyes and swollen temples and staggered out of the room. It was probably the wee hours of the morning and it was dark outside. The night light in the corridor was very quiet, and when Ilan walked down the corridor to the staircase, he found that the light in the dining room was still on.

"Who's in the dining room this late?" Ilan frowned and went down the stairs.

As he walked downstairs, the shadow on the wall and the figure of the person in the dining room entered his sight. His heart, which had been hanging in the air, was finally relieved. "Daddy, are you still awake?"

"Eh?" Ihoun looked up. "Lanyue? You haven't slept either? "

"En..." "Right." "Yes, father, what are you doing?" She didn't say that she had just woken up.

"I'm hungry, get me something to eat." "Are you hungry too?"

"A little." Ilan had only wanted to go downstairs for a drink of water, but now he was a little hungry.

"Then come over and have a taste of daddy's cooking." "Just wait ten minutes."

"Sure." Ilan pulled back the chair at the table and sat down.

After ten minutes or so, Ihoun brought out two servings of fried rice, two side dishes and a cutlery. "Come and try it," he said.

"Sure." Ilan picked up a white porcelain spoon and scooped up a spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth.

"Be careful." Ihoun was a little worried. "It's going to be hot, isn't it? Are you scalded? "

"It's alright, it's delicious." She covered her mouth and smiled. She really wanted the Egg Flowers. The cucumber and the carrot had sealed the original moisture of the vegetables. The fragrance of the flowers was also in her mouth. The green onions were just nice to taste.

"As long as you like it." Ihoun smiled, the pride of being praised by his daughter in his eyes.

She looked at him as she ate. He had given her so many surprises in this life, but now he was like a father.

"Why are you keeping an eye on me?" he asked, meeting her eyes.

"I didn't expect dad to cook." Ilan said with a faint smile.

"Yi family is a gourmet food business. Your uncle and I have been learning culinary arts from your grandfather since we were young. Your uncle is more talented than me." "Your grandpa invested a lot of energy into him. Now, I have taken over the business in Z City, and your uncle is studying cooking with the cook. He is already very famous internationally."

"Oh." She had only seen him on the cover of the Gourmet magazine. His brother, Yi Chenzi, whom she had always been proud of, was also with him as a disciple of the Master Chef.

In the diet of Z Country, the Four Master Chef Gods had an unshakable status. They rarely accepted disciples, and once they did, they would definitely be kept as their descendants and treat them with sincerity. Being able to gain the approval of a chef was no less than gaining a foothold in the diet of Z Country. His status was also much higher than the other chefs.

"Is that enough?" "If it's not enough, I'll cook another serving for you."

"Enough." "Father, did you come here in the middle of the night because you were hungry?"

"No, I just came back not long ago." "I've been busy all day. I forgot the time."

"Daddy sure has worked hard." Ilan sighed.

"Don't read too late." "Learning is not as important as your body," he said.

"Right." "Alright." Iren nodded and finished the last bite of the Egg Fried Rice, "Daddy, I'm full."

"Okay, then go back and rest." Ihoun nodded.

"Alright." Ilan stood up and left. Looking at Ilan's back, Ihoun thought that it was about time to find a home tutor for his daughter.