Gu Zhiqi, with a head full of question marks, turned around and then saw a face filled with shock and afterward fear, that of Gu Changchuan.
Seeing that Gu Zhiqi had not touched the stove, Gu Changchuan heaved a long sigh of relief, walked into the kitchen, grabbed Gu Zhiqi's arm, and started to pull her out, "Didn't I say not to enter the kitchen? Whatever you want to eat, just have Aunt Li make it for you."
Gu Zhiqi "…I, I was just washing a dish."
"You don't need to wash dishes either, leave them there, someone will wash them. Just don't go into the kitchen," Gu Changchuan insisted, pulling Gu Zhiqi towards the living room, as if afraid that Gu Zhiqi would spend an extra second in the kitchen.
"…Why?"
Was she not fit to be in the kitchen or what?
