Song Zhen's sincere words carried a hint of shyness.
His lack of cooking skills made him feel somewhat insecure in front of Gu Xinzhou.
Not daring to look into Gu Xinzhou's eyes, he bowed his head and picked up an egg, softly saying, "I will learn more dishes, and in the future, I surely won't only know how to cook eggs."
His Little Zhouzhou, he still had a gastric ulcer!
He needed to learn more medicinal cuisine to help Little Zhouzhou gradually heal his stomach. That was the right way.
A pair of chopsticks blocked his action of eating the egg.
Song Zhen looked up in surprise and saw Gu Xinzhou gazing at him expressionlessly.
Her eyes flickered with an indecipherable light as she calmly said to him, "The noodles you made are very delicious, just eat the noodles first!"
A faint joy surged into Song Zhen's eyes.
He remained motionless, not daring to speak!
He feared that the harmonious scene in front of him would be shattered!
Gu Xinzhou was not quite used to his gaze.
How should she describe it?
Umm...
It was like the silly look a woman has when she sees a handsome guy.
Yes, the way Song Zhen was looking at her right now was exactly like that!
She withdrew her hand and looked down, calmly saying, "We've eaten enough eggs for today, can't eat anymore.
To avoid waste, we might as well give them to someone else.
Also, when I was in Italy, I really missed Chinese hotpot.
This evening, when dad comes back, shall we have hotpot at home?"
"Sure!" Song Zhen immediately gave up on the egg, "Zhouzhou, hotpot is my favorite!"
Gu Xinzhou smiled helplessly, silently eating her noodles.
The aroma of the egg wafted to the tip of her nose.
Thinking that he had just learned this last night, a ripple stirred at the tip of her heart.
After eating, Gu Xinzhou went back to her room to rest.
Song Zhen distributed the eggs to the bodyguards, ordering them to clean up the house, and purchase ingredients and tools for the hotpot, then he went upstairs too.
Song Zhen was slightly obsessive about cleanliness.
Having cooked twice in the morning and afternoon, he felt the smell of cooking fumes on him was not very fresh.
So he went directly to the bathroom to shower.
Meanwhile, Gu Xinzhou was not sleeping peacefully in her room.
Her mind was heavy with thoughts.
After pondering, she still got up, dressed in her long-sleeved silk pajamas, and went to the door of Song Zhen's room.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in!"
Song Zhen's voice.
Gu Xinzhou opened the door and stepped in, her little heart unguarded as she saw him coming out wearing only a short towel around his waist!
She suddenly turned around and covered her eyes, "You were showering, why didn't you tell me?"
In her mind, she envisioned the nearly perfect physique she had seen just before closing her eyes.
Song Zhen's ears also had a faint blush.
He leisurely walked to the wardrobe and put on a robe.
The towel that was taken off was casually hung on the back of a chair, emitting a silent intimacy.
He said in a low voice, "I am dressed now."
Gu Xinzhou: "..."
So fast?
She slowly turned, peeking through her fingers at the man.
Finding him standing in a long silk robe, perfectly covering everything necessary, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her hand, and looked at him, "Could you help me with something?"
"Buy off the news from the journalists today?" Song Zhen raised his graceful eyebrows, smiled elegantly, stepped back, and naturally leaned against the bay window.
The hem of his robe opened slightly, revealing his sturdy and graceful knees and calves.
Gu Xinzhou struggled to look away, "Yes."
It was not just for Gu Xinfei, but also for herself, for Gu Yibo, and for the reputation of the entire Gu family.