Ten minutes later Huo Tingrui put the noodles in a bowl. He placed it on the table and said, "Go on and try it."
Huo Yao picked up her chopsticks and took a bite. She raised her head to say, "Not bad."
Huo Tingrui sat down next to her. He raised his brow and said, "Of course. I started cooking when I was eight."
That meant he had cooked for over ten years and was an experienced cook.
Huo Yao could not help mulling over it.
She was blowing up her clan's pharmaceutical laboratory when she was eight.
"Oh yes. After you went to the bathroom at the hospital yesterday, Granny told me to take care of you. I found it odd and wanted to tell you, but it slipped my mind," said Huo Tingrui apologetically.
He continued after a moment with regret clear in his voice. "I didn't know she was trying to leave. If I were more careful, this might not have happened."
Huo Yao's hand stilled. She looked at Huo Tingrui, who was blaming himself.
