Everyone's anxiety was clearly visible to Qu Yue, who smiled, picked up a golden-brown fried meat pie, took a bite, nodded, and said, "Hmm, it's quite tasty. I must say, it's been a long time since I had such a traditional breakfast."
Wang Qiayu smiled sheepishly, "President Qu, thank you!"
"Teacher Wang, I didn't say thank you for eating, but you did for buying. Honestly, are you protesting that I'm impolite?" Qu Yue teased with a smile.
"No, no..." Wang Qiayu, being a straightforward person, took Qu Yue's words seriously, blushing deeply as he frantically explained, "I might be a teacher from a poor area, but I have studied in a big city and understand that someone of your status would surely dismiss the idea of eating street food like this."
