Seeing everyone crowding Zhao Yuan and talking all at once, Ma Guotao grew concerned. He quickly interjected, "Everyone, please hold on. We are very moved by your enthusiasm for Zhao Yuan. However, he just arrived from Rongcheng City and hasn't had dinner yet. Do you think you could wait until after he's eaten to chat?"
Zhao Yuan, however, didn't seem to mind. He smiled and said, "It's alright. I had a meal on the plane."
Yang Jingbo spoke up as well. "Do you think we don't know that appetite of yours? Is an in-flight meal enough for you? That's not even enough to fill the gaps between your teeth!"
Zhao Yuan rubbed his nose and couldn't help but give a wry smile.
'Alright then,' he thought. 'Looks like my reputation as a glutton is already deeply ingrained in the minds of these teachers and elders from West Hua Medical University!'
