"I never expected they would call me over to help." The cafeteria served communal meals, nothing more than greens and radishes, not very tasty, but enough to fill the stomach.
Chunhua looked up at Lan Tian, "Actually, I know they wanted to trick the secret recipe out of me, but unfortunately, they don't know that the person who cured Yuangle was you, so their hopes were dashed."
Lan Tian just smirked and took another bite of her peach.
"Dr. Sun's teacher, the one who looks like a thin old man with a sharp chin and cheekbones."
The image of that thin, gaunt old man flashed through Lan Tian's mind, indeed just as Chunhua described—a sharp-chinned, gaunt-faced old man—so she nodded, "Ah, him. Has he looked for you?"
