Gu Yuluo's voice snapped Gu Zhiqi, who was daydreaming, back to reality.
Gu Zhiqi uttered a soft 'oh' and then walked toward the dining table.
"Have you eaten?" Gu Yuluo asked, holding a bowl filled with rice, looking at Gu Huaijin.
"I've eaten, go ahead and eat."
Gu Yuluo responded with an 'oh,' placed the rice in front of Gu Zhiqi, and then took a very large empty bowl for herself and served herself a bowl of rice.
Looking at her bowl, which was bigger than her face, Gu Zhiqi murmured softly, "Aren't you an artist? Why eat so much?"
"Don't forget, besides being an artist, I am also a practitioner of Ancient Martial Arts," replied Gu Yuluo, her tone lacking warmth.
"You used to eat very little when you were at Aunt Tang's," Gu Zhiqi murmured quietly.
"That was because my Ancient Martial Arts were sealed," Gu Yuluo said casually.
Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi nodded gently.
Some practitioners of Ancient Martial Arts indeed need a lot of food to replenish their energy.
