Chapter Eighty-Three
"Professor Ye! Good morning!"
"Morning."
"Professor Ye, have you had breakfast?"
"I have, thank you."
"Professor Ye, my spouse made these cookies. Would you like some?"
"Sure, thank you."
Less than five meters from his own laboratory, Ye Nanxun glanced at the lab door nearby, stopped, and reached into the box another teacher offered him for a butter cookie.
The teacher watched Ye Nanxun expectantly.
Under the other man's eager gaze, Ye Nanxun lowered his head, took a bite of the cookie, and praised it. "The cookies are delicious."
"Oh, my wife doesn't really have any hobbies. She just loves fiddling with this stuff. She says food made outside isn't clean, insists on cooking meals and making snacks for me and the kids. I don't want her to tire herself out, so I tell her not to bother, but she just won't listen no matter how I try to persuade her!"
Though he was complaining, the teacher's grin nearly reached his ears.
Ye Nanxun looked down at the cookie in his hand, which he had taken one bite from.
The other teachers nearby laughed and teased him. "Teacher Zhang, stop showing off your marriage!"
"Teacher Ye, don't listen to Teacher Zhang's complaining. He's actually thrilled about it."
Teacher Zhang, who had been flaunting his affection, glanced at the others and laughingly cursed, "I'm showing off because I want to! My wife makes cookies for me, so I'm happy. Do any of you have that?!"
The crowd burst into laughter again, and Ye Nanxun's lips curved upward as well.
"Something happened! Everyone, something huge happened!" A staff member ran into the laboratory building from outside, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"What happened? Why are you so worked up?"
The man had run here in such a rush