Chapter 18 The food cooked by Shen Mingzhu, not even the dogs would eat it

Time flew by, and before one knew it, a week had passed since Pei Ziheng started preschool.

Beyond the first and second days, Shen Mingzhu hadn't bumped into Shen Baolan again when she took Pei Ziheng to school.

According to Shen Baolan's mother-in-law, Shen Baolan had started working at the cotton mill, leaving the responsibility of taking Zhou Hao to school to her.

Shen Mingzhu usually walked with a few young mothers she knew, chatting as they went, discussing things like food and clothing, while Ma Sufen, being older, couldn't really converse with these younger women and preferred to walk with the older generation who were also taking their grandchildren to school.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Pei Ziheng and Zhou Hao, who used to be good friends as toddlers, had become quite distant.

In any case, during this week of preschool, Shen Mingzhu hadn't seen Pei Ziheng and Zhou Hao playing together at all.

Shen Mingzhu was pleased with this outcome.