It couldn't be helped that his cooking skills brought the people to his yard—well, diner. But regardless of that fact, he wished that Han Jing had arrived at a better time. He was doing something else… but if he couldn't help a friend in need, something, something deed. Mou Gu probably messed that quote up but he still watched his old classmate's expression with a hawk-eye look.
Han Jing didn't know it—but he was a bad liar.
Though maybe they weren't exactly lying but not telling the full story either. Mou Gu was a bit of a hypocrite as he flashed the other man a smile, he wanted to know of it despite harboring secrets of his own. He glanced a furtive glance towards the kitchen door for a split second and looked back at him.
