"I'm hungry..." Gu Tingjue glanced at Jian Ran then touched his own stomach, saying in a somewhat pitiful tone.
In his rush to come back, he really had shortened the journey, and he hadn't eaten much last night.
Now, his stomach was truly growling nonstop.
Jian Ran glared at him, he wouldn't be expecting her to make breakfast, would he?
"The kitchen is that way," Jian Ran said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.
"I don't know how to cook," Gu Tingjue stated matter-of-factly.
His implication was clear: he was a pampered young master, a man whose hands never touched water.
Jian Ran was left speechless.
After a stalemate, Jian Ran compromised, "I'll go change my clothes."
She would have to add another clause to the agreement later; he couldn't possibly think of bossing her around like a mother, could he?
She was putting in both the money and the effort? She really had found herself some trouble.
Gu Tingjue watched her flee in disarray and couldn't help but laugh.
