The moment An Changlin stepped into the villa, an intense, almost overpowering aroma hit him head-on and flooded his nostrils.
"Huh?"
An Changlin stopped in his tracks, utterly puzzled.
Why did this smell so good?
Had his professor hired a new housekeeper? No, wasn't it still Mrs. Wang?
Without waiting for a word, Gao Yuliang grabbed An Changlin by the arm and led him toward the dining room, urging him along. "Come on, come on! Sit down and eat."
Ji Changmin and Ding Yizhen were already sitting ramrod straight at the dining table. They looked less like men waiting for a home-cooked meal and more like soldiers awaiting inspection.
Gao Yuliang pressed An Changlin into the seat beside the head of the table.
An Changlin looked up and saw a large porcelain bowl in front of his professor, Gao Yuliang, filled to the brim with glistening, plump grains of white rice.
Alarm shot through him.
His professor had suffered from diabetes for years and followed an extremely strict diet. Normally, even half a bowl of mixed-grain rice had to be carefully measured, never mind white rice.
"Professor! Your health... you can't eat like this!"
"It's fine! Dig in!" Gao Yuliang waved off his concern and picked up his chopsticks, looking impatient to begin.
Worried, An Changlin turned toward his professor's wife, Gao Xiaofeng, only to find her watching her husband with a warm smile, showing no intention of stopping him. As for Ji Changmin and Ding Yizhen beside him, they were completely unconcerned, their eyes practically glued to the dishes on the table.
What...
Thoroughly bewildered, An Changlin could only put his questions aside for the moment.
But when he saw the way Ji Changmin and Ding Yizhen ate, he nearly lost his composure again. They were wolfing down their