The principal feels that when a person receives different attitudes from others, regardless of good or bad, it’s unique. Chu Molin is too cold-hearted; his deanor directly determines whether you are a friend, enemy, or stranger. It all depends on his tone and attitude towards you. That’s why the principal is very happy with how casually Chu Molin treats him.
"It’s because you all keep talking and not eating, wasting our ti." Chu Molin just glanced at them; can talking fill your stomach or what? Why isn’t anyone picking up their bowls?
"If you all aren’t eating, I’ll eat by myself." Qin Jiale looked at them, feeling exasperated. No matter what, he thought it was enviable that friends could interact so casually, especially when leadership could be as friendly as a buddy, which was quite rare.
"Look, the young lady is already despising you, always making snide remarks, showing no respect for elders and care for young ones." The principal was taking advantage and still being cheeky.
"It’s foolish to keep arguing with you." Gong Wuyou spoke before Chu Molin could say anything. He felt his uncle was being a bit much. When Chu Molin ignored him, he eagerly anticipated his response. Once he got it, he wouldn’t let him off the hook. If it were him, he wouldn’t bother with such a person; it was too degrading. Gong Wuyou felt this way of thinking was wrong, but for soone like his uncle, this seed to be the case.
"Alright, let’s start eating. After finishing, we all have things to do." The teacher couldn’t help but speak up. Watching these people, each one challenged his understanding. If he hadn’t co today, he wouldn’t have had the chance to witness this scene, one morable enough to think about for a lifeti.
"Exactly, if you don’t eat all this delicious food, it’s such a waste. I’m going to eat a lot." Gong Wuyou was quite greedy for Qin Xue’s cooking. Since graduating, he rarely got to taste her dishes.
"Did I starve you all?" The principal said this, but still sat down.
"You didn’t starve us, but you’ve never cooked for us either. You didn’t make this al, so I feel justified in freeloading today." The teacher had never eaten at the principal’s house before. Today was the first ti, and today he also learned that Gong Wuyou, this little troublemaker, is the principal’s nephew. This secrecy was tight enough to make him question whether he was truly their teacher.
Because when Gong Wuyou was in high school, he was his student. He taught him for three years, yet he didn’t know anything about his family relationships. This was a failure for him. Today the principal asked him to bring over the test papers, and that’s when he discovered the hidden connection, making him feel like he’d stumbled onto a big secret. So, the teacher turned this feeling of being deceived into appetite, eating a lot to make up for it.
The al was eaten cleanly in the midst of everyone’s competition, and everyone had round stomachs afterward. Indeed, having soone cook is the best, everything tastes great, and it’s such a delight.
"If only we could eat such good als every day." The teacher and the principal sighed at the sa ti.
"You two have quite the imagination. Wanting to eat is not difficult." Gong Wuyou looked at them steadily.
"Do you have a way?" They looked at Gong Wuyou eagerly, eyes like wolves spotting at. They’d had enough of the cafeteria als, and their own cooking wasn’t good either, so the food bought for ho mostly went untouched.
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