"Did your wife not come along?" Chen Xiaoyi asked Yao Ye.
"She caught a cold this morning, so I had her stay at home," Yao Ye said, ordering a bowl of flower congee from the shop to bring back for his wife later. As for Gaoda Shuai, a lunch box and two bottles of beer would suffice.
"It's not serious, is it?" Chen Xiaoyi asked.
"It shouldn't be serious," Yao Ye replied.
Seeing how Yao Ye seemed quite at ease, Chen Xiaoyi looked at Jun Ye with some surprise.
Jun Ye said, "It's just a minor cold; is there any need to make a big deal? Making a fuss would only scare the patient."
But it was Yao Ye's wife who was ill, thought Chen Xiaoyi. He wasn't aware that Yao Ye had displayed a completely different attitude that morning.
Yao Ye was not unconcerned, but rather, he was anxiously suppressing his feelings, because what Jun Ye had said made sense.
