The dishes were served swiftly. There was limited variety but each dish was uniquely crafted.
The delicacy was lost on Zheng Ren as he only wanted to fill his stomach. No food could rival Xie Yiren's homemade egg omelette, anyway.
Zheng Ren's abstinence made Su Yun the target of the department chiefs' cajoling when it came to drinking.
Su Yun was up for the challenge, although he seemed more sullen than usual, taking small bites of his food and sipping his alcohol.
"What are you thinking?" Zheng Ren asked after observing Su Yun's odd behavior for half an hour.
"The paper, what else?" Su Yun answered. "To publish in The Lancet, the paper needs to be ironclad. Otherwise, critics near and far would tear a first author like you apart."
Zheng Ren was stunned. He had dabbled in research in the past but never published in an international journal before, unlike Su Yun.
