Xia Yangyang never knew that Gu Qichen could cook.
A man like him should maintain his hands unsullied as spring water, shouldn't he?
But one cannot deny that he looks quite handsome while cooking. Every move he makes is like a work of art.
Gu Qichen had turned around and saw Xia Yangyang, he asked, "Are you going to school?"
Xia Yangyang mechanically nodded in response.
Gu Qichen spoke gently, "I've already made breakfast. Eat before you leave."
Recalling the events of last night, Xia Yangyang felt aching misery.
She sat down at the table and began eating breakfast.
The breakfast was hearty, the chicken porridge that Gu Qichen cooked tasted delicious. It was simply first-rate.
However, all Xia Yangyang wanted to do at the moment was to escape from this place.
So, she ate hurriedly, her tongue even blistered from the hot food.