In the evening, Huaihai Imperial Villa.
Gu Congsheng made a point to leave Shenghan early and dived into the villa's kitchen, not emerging again.
When Qi Zongtang returned, he just so happened to see several steaming home-cooked dishes on the dining table.
"Cong Sheng?" Qi Zongtang called out with a strong voice, commanding authority.
"Uncle Qi!" Gu Congsheng came out of the kitchen, carrying a delicate bowl of porridge in her hand, "Your health isn't good, so I specially made some light dishes for you, please come and try them."
After experiencing great ups and downs, Gu Congsheng had learned to be forbearing and calculative.
She knew that her biggest support at the moment was Uncle Qi, and as long as she kept him happy, there might be even greater benefits waiting for her.
"Alright." Qi Zongtang gave Gu Congsheng a brief glance, probably having just finished discussing corporate affairs, so his stern face bore no further expression.
