"No, you just have to focus on eating."
Gu Xiang mused, rubbing Lu Qingyi's head. Her tone was filled with affection.
The children without a mother's love often grow up to be independent early on, and even learn how to cook.
Xu Boyan had never set foot in a kitchen and did not even know how to cook a simple meal.
Lu Qingyi: "Mum, I can do it."
"I'll go."
Xu Boyan spoke up.
"You will go?"
Gu Xiang widened her eyes, looking at Xu Boyan as if she were seeing someone else through him.
Xu Boyan never used to step foot in the kitchen; Gu Xiang felt like she had stumbled upon a new world.
Xu Boyan: "Yes."
"Can you cook?"
With arms folded, Gu Xiang sneered as she looked at Xu Boyan.
She was certain that Xu Boyan couldn't cook. Her son had never been in the kitchen, he didn't even know how a carrot looked like, to put it bluntly.
Xu Boyan: "I can."
"Mum, Ayan can cook; he has always cooked for me."
Lu Qingyi clasped Gu Xiang's hands and said.
