Gu Yingzhou saw his great-nephew grinning foolishly and shot Su Zheng a glance before patting the kid's little head.
"If you're happy, that's what matters."
They say a nephew takes after his uncle.
His own great-nephew was being foolish, not that he bore any resemblance to him—not even remotely.
When husband and wife work together, the job gets done effortlessly. In no time at all, Gu Ren came out of the kitchen with the dishes.
Two dishes and a soup, both meat and vegetables included.
"Yingzhou, dinner's ready," Gu Ren called out.
The nickname "Zhouzhou" was something she only used when they were alone.
After all, her younger brother was growing up and was beginning to care about his image.
Gu Yingzhou's dark eyes glanced at Gu Ren.
He nodded slightly and went to have his meal.
He sat up straight, his eating quick yet graceful, like a noble young master who had stepped out from a family with a millennia of heritage.
When silent, his face could be quite intimidating.
