Song Zhen smiled naturally, "Making breakfast. Just wait a moment, it'll be ready in no more than five minutes."
Gu Xinzhou watched Song Zhen turn and enter the kitchen.
She was somewhat incredulous...
Could he actually cook?
Even though she had mentally branded Song Zhen as scum, the person before her seemed as beautiful as an angel.
Driven by curiosity, Gu Xinzhou cautiously stepped closer, one step at a time.
She stood at the kitchen door, peeking inside.
On the stove there was a pot with boiling water, and Song Zhen was carefully adding noodles to the hot water.
Aside from Song Zhen, the kitchen was empty.
She had intended to say goodbye.
But...
Gu Xinzhou obediently returned to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and casually picked up a magazine to read.
Damn!
Why did she so want to try the food he had made?
Gu Xinzhou felt she was too spineless!
The black and white angels in her mind were once again at odds!
