Tan You washed her hands and went over to help. Soon, everyone had a large bowl in front of them. Even the youngest, Guoguo, was holding a small bowl and slurping his noodles, his cheeks splattered with a few drops of broth.
Huang Ruixiang was perceptive. After slurping down his bowl of cold noodles, he pushed it aside and said, "I'm heading back to my dorm to rest. You guys take your time."
Li Fugui glanced at his departing figure, then at the bowl to his right. "There's more to Mr. Huang than meets the eye, isn't there?" he suddenly remarked. "He seems so gentle and refined, but he actually has a whole other side to him, doesn't he?"
Teacher Lin tapped Li Fugui's chopsticks. "Just eat. If you have something to say, spit it out. It's not about the bowl. Mr. Huang is giving you two some time alone."
Tan You had naturally figured it out as well. She took a bite of cucumber. "What's this about?"
