Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s-Chapter 1870: Don’t Be Nervous

With that, he sat down on the chair to dispel any notion the students might have had that he cared about whether a chair was visually appealing.

Is the teacher okay now? Xie Wanying wasn’t quite sure, but when she glanced back, she met Teacher Fu’s cold, piercing eyes, which sent a shiver down her spine. She quickly returned to her seat.

Seeing her sit back down somewhat awkwardly, Chang Jiawei picked up a drink the server had brought and placed it in front of her, saying, "Your Teacher Fu is just a bit unsure because he’s never been out to eat with a girl before. Don’t worry, he’s not upset."

Teacher Fu hasn’t eaten out with a girl before. Xie Wanying felt as if she’d inadvertently stumbled upon a huge piece of gossip.

"I haven’t either," Chang Jiawei took the opportunity to clarify his own dating history, "I’ve never gone out to eat with a girl alone."

Senior Chang hasn’t either?

"If you don’t believe me, you can ask your Teacher Fu if I’m lying." Knowing how people liked to spread false stories about him, Chang Jiawei let out a heavy sigh.

Sitting next to the two, Fu Xinheng observed Student Chang’s unusually strange behavior that night, which was quite thought-provoking. Suddenly, he asked, "Tell me, what difference do you see between the chair I’m sitting on and the one you’re sitting on?"

Caught off guard by Teacher Fu’s abrupt question, Xie Wanying was momentarily stunned. Clearly, there was no difference, and the teacher understood that, so why ask?

His question wasn’t actually directed at her. Seeing that she didn’t respond, another person hurriedly interjected, "Why blame her? You know she said that because you scared her just now."

What’s this, feeling sorry for someone getting scolded? Fu Xinheng’s eyes continued to squint at Student Chang.

"Come on, let’s order some food." Ignoring him, Chang Jiawei wanted to treat the esteemed guests well that evening, so he placed the menu in front of Student Xie.

"Teacher, you order." Xie Wanying pushed the menu away.

"If I let you order, then you order." Fu Xinheng spoke up.

Oh wow, the robotic old classmate has finally caught on. Chang Jiawei slapped the table excitedly and announced, "Tonight, your Teacher Fu is treating—"

What do you mean I’m treating? Although he hadn’t said he wouldn’t treat, this Student Chang had invited people out only to keep bringing him up, obviously using him as something. Fu Xinheng’s mind was as clear as a circuit board, and his gaze locked onto Student Chang.

Receiving that piercing gaze, Chang Jiawei closed his perpetually open smile and corrected himself, "Just kidding, it’s not your Teacher Fu treating, it’s me."

"Let’s both treat." Fu Xinheng said, not wanting students to spread rumors that he was stingy.

"Teacher, what do you like to eat?" Having accepted the ordering task, Xie Wanying picked up a pen and prepared to mark the menu, asking the teachers about their food preferences.

"Order whatever you like, we’re not picky about food." Chang Jiawei answered on behalf of Fu Xinheng.

Glancing to the left, Teacher Fu was sipping tea rather than drinking the served beverage. Teacher Fu has always favored tea and probably doesn’t like overly greasy foods. Xie Wanying marked beef but not fatty beef, added more tripe and yellow throat, and also some duck intestines, radishes, and tofu pudding.

The two teachers didn’t actually look at what she was marking; after all, in a gourmet restaurant, most basic ingredients are quite delicious, so there’s no need to be picky.

The ordered menu was handed to the server.

The advantage of eating hot pot is the quick serving time.