As soon as Gu Nianshen heard the word 'breakfast', he snatched the insulated food container out of Gu Nianjia's hands. "Give that to me."
Then, he turned around and reached for the doorknob.
Suddenly, he turned his head to face Gu Nianjia. "I prepared the porridge in the morning," he said warningly.
'Ah?' Gu Nianjia blinked several times as she looked at Gu Nianshen in confusion.
Aunt Zhou had clearly told Gu Nianjia that she had made the porridge and would send someone to deliver it. She did not mention that Gu Nianjia's brother had made it.
Gu Nianshen knew right away that Gu Nianjia still could not grasp what he was saying. "I made the porridge. Can you remember that?" He asked sternly.
He was making it very clear. If Gu Nianjia still could not understand him, she must be daft.
Was Gu Nianshen trying to take credit for making the porridge so that Lin Yiqian would feel pleased?
