"Yeah," Gu Nanqiao quickly spoke up, "Dad, since all rice porridge tastes the same, I'll just go downstairs and buy some for him."
Actually, having a hurt hand was a minor issue, her injury wasn't serious, but she really... didn't want to cook for him.
She rarely cooked, and even when she was hungry, she was too lazy to make an effort, usually opting to buy food instead of preparing it herself, let alone for someone else.
Although Huo Jingting had let it go, Gu Yuanshan seemed to be stubborn about it, he promptly made a decision for her, "I'll call the driver to pick you up, and after you get home, Aunt Fang will help you out a bit; you just have to cook it."
"..."
A myriad of reluctance surged in her heart, but the refusal that reached her lips, upon seeing Gu Yuanshan's stern face, was reluctantly swallowed back.
"Fine, I'll do it," she said resentfully and turned to leave.
It's just a bowl of porridge.
It's not a big deal.
...