After saying that, he left without looking back.
He Zhou was left alone in the room. He hadn't calmed down for a long time. He replayed the scene of He Jing's dazzling eyes in his mind over and over again. Those lights were what he wanted to have even in his dreams.
But He Jing was disdainful...
And didn't want them...
Was he really going to stumble along the path of culinary alone?
No, he couldn't. It was unacceptable!
He Jing had to go with him.
If treating He Jing a little better could make He Jing change her mind about not being a chef.
So be it!
What was the big deal?
As if he had figured out the crux of the problem in an instant, He Zhou stood up from the bed and opened the door. He saw He Jing nestled on the sofa playing a tangram puzzle with He Xiaoguo. He strode forward and grabbed her shoulder.
He Jing looked up in confusion. "Third brother?"
He Zhou carried her directly into the kitchen.
