"Ten questions?" Gu Yu was slightly stunned, his deep eyes looking at Tang Yuran with a hint of hesitation in his expression.
"Yes." Tang Yuran nodded, fiercely pulling at his collar she said, "If you refuse to answer, then never come looking for me again. Even if you want me to work overtime, it's no use. Do you think I won't resign??"
"..."
Gu Yu pursed his lips, feeling an unexplainable panic in his heart. At this moment, he only hoped that the information Qin Jianyang had given him that afternoon would be useful.
"No response means you agree." Tang Yuran glanced at him smugly, thought for a moment, and then said to him, "First question, when we were in kindergarten, I once made a dish for you, um... a dish from the Manchu Han Imperial Feast. Now, tell me the name of that dish!"
"You know how to make the Manchu Han Imperial Feast?" Gu Yu was startled for a moment and instinctively asked back.
"Stop babbling, and just answer my question!" Tang Yuran gave him a glare.
"..."
