Jia Xitong quietly sneaked behind him and recognized the person; it was none other than Hu Changxiu, one of the eight new teachers.
"Mr. Hu?"
Jia Xitong called out to him from behind, and Hu Changxiu was so startled that he shivered. He hastily gathered his food, trying to shield it with his small frame, "Teacher Tong, I, I, I…"
"I know, you're packing up your food."
When it comes to packing, Jia Xitong is quite experienced.
"Osmanthus rice cake crumbles easily and spoils quickly; it's best eaten fresh. Nuts and smoked meat are easiest to store and won't mix flavors if packed separately."
She crouched down to help reorganize the food on the oil paper.
"You, you don't laugh, at me?"
Hu Changxiu awkwardly scratched his head, embarrassed enough to want to find a hole to hide in.
"No, because I also like packing food."
Jia Xitong squatted next to him, feeling that Mr. Hu seemed somewhat likeable, "You don't need to be nervous; it's not like you're doing something illegal."
