The next day passed by with relatively little drama. Ren managed to wake up, attend his lectures, and return to his dorm without any catastrophic incidents like Fu Xian's deliberate misguidance to the food court or his bumping into Kaizen.
But on the second day, everything changed when his students stumbled upon something they weren't meant to see, his lunchbox.
"Professor, did you... make that?"
Ren froze, clutching the box like it was a top-secret document.
"Uh... yeah?"
Before he knew it, a small group had gathered around his desk, all of them curiously eyeing his home cooked meal.
"Professor, you made that yourself? It looks amazing!" Another student joined in.
Ren wanted to sink into the floor. He had a feeling this was going to escalate.
'They all have seen Terim's many posts bragging about your cooking. So, these students know about your skills. You are doomed,' Fu Xian casually spoke while floating in the air in a relaxed manner.
