"Thank you, Teacher Xie!" Xie Wanying hastily expressed her gratitude as she accepted the chair.
The other two looked at this scene and began whispering to each other:
"He's really acting so strange tonight, don't you think?"
"He definitely has never moved a chair for a woman before."
"Could he be running a fever?"
"If it's a fever, it's definitely possible that some region of his brain is overheating. He's a neurosurgeon, so he should know better than us if something's wrong with him."
Cao Yong sat down and shot an annoyed glance at the two brothers who were gossiping like old women.
They pretended as if nothing had happened, started sterilizing their bowls with hot water, and urged the waiter to hurry up and stir-fry a few dishes to fill their bellies. Meanwhile, they asked the waiter, "What drinks do you have?"
Just as they asked and before the waiter could answer, someone else suddenly chimed in.
"What would you like to drink?"
