Jian Ran felt uneasy because she had never had this kind of experience before.
Having a man at her dining table so early in the morning felt strange.
But she told herself in secret that she needed to get used to it, because they would have to live together for a while longer, wouldn't they?
So Jian Ran pretended to be calm as she ate breakfast, occasionally helping the children with their food.
Gu Tingjue was really hungry, and the porridge was to his liking, thick and smooth, with a great taste—better than what he'd had at restaurants, it gave a sense of home.
A simple bowl of plain porridge stirred many emotions in Gu Tingjue.
Gu Tingjue was not shy about his appetite; he drank two bowls of porridge in succession, the crispy cucumber complementing it perfectly, making it hard to put down the chopsticks.
Normally, he probably wouldn't touch crispy cucumber.
Jian Ran was somewhat startled by his manner of eating.
