He Zhichu snorted again before returning to his seat. His expression was as cold as ice, and it didn't appear he had any appetite.
Gu Nianzhi didn't even dare to look up at He Zhichu but sat next to Huo Shaoheng and quietly took the bowl and chopsticks before looking at the dishes served on the table.
He Zhichu had ordered all of Gu Nianzhi's favorite home cooked dishes such as lotus root and sparerib soup, pearl dumplings, eggs fried with chilies, wild rice, meat stir-fried with chilies, and sour potato strips. Some dishes were a bright green, while others were an eye-catching soft yellow and crisp white.
Gu Nianzhi's eyes fell on the lotus root and sparerib soup.
It was Huo Shaoheng who had taught her the habit of having soup before every meal, and He Zhichu also had the same habit. However, he had no appetite right now and only watched Gu Nianzhi quietly.
