Gu Xinzhou was expected to stay in the living room.
But on the coffee table lay a cup of coffee that had been half-drunk.
Song Zhen's handsome cheeks tinged with faint unease, he hurried back to his own room.
In the room, there was no sign of Gu Xinzhou!
Song Zhen panicked.
His normally pale face grew even whiter!
Subconsciously, an image flashed through his mind: his mother walking away and leaving him behind.
He forced himself to calm down.
This girl, she couldn't possibly have left George and just walked away, impossible!
At this moment—
Gu Xinzhou, wearing an apron, stood in the kitchen on the first floor, preparing soup.
When Song Zhen found her, he just saw her with her long hair tied up, revealing half of her serene face, bustling about.
The warm yellow halo cast her in a light of gentleness and homeliness.
He greedily watched her for a while.
He even sneakily took out his phone and snapped a picture of her.
Click.
Gu Xinzhou heard the noise and turned her head to look at him.
He hadn't had the chance to put his phone away.
His handsome face stiffened, looking at Gu Xinzhou with slight tension; he was scared she would get angry.
It seemed she didn't like him taking photos of her in private.
But Gu Xinzhou just smiled gently at him, her clear eyes shining even more brightly after previous tears, "How did you find your way here? Is George asleep?"
Song Zhen looked at her uncertainly, "Yeah, he's asleep. The song you sang was really nice."
Gu Xinzhou smiled again, then lowered her head to continue with her tasks.
Song Zhen moved behind her and gently rested his head on her shoulder, asking, "What are you making? It's late, do you want to rest for a bit?"
After he said this, his large hand stealthily climbed onto her waist.
He was very tired.
Holding his beloved woman could ease his fatigue.
"No need, I'll find time to catch up on sleep tomorrow," Gu Xinzhou said with a laugh, pointing to the pot on the stove, "This is mung bean and lily bulb porridge, it will be ready in a bit."
She pointed to several other things, "I'm planning to make pancake rolls. These are the ingredients; almost done."
Song Zhen looked at the several dishes on the cutting board, which included stir-fried shredded potatoes, freshly fried dough sticks, and standby ingredients like green onions and eggs, and in the pan in front of her was something dark, it seemed like peanuts had been added?
"Sauce?" Song Zhen asked subconsciously, "Zhajiang noodles?"
Gu Xinzhou looked at him with amusement, "Not at all! Like I said, it's pancake rolls! Ah, it's all because you grew up in a privileged environment, unlike me, having tasted the true delicacies of the common folk!"
Song Zhen furrowed his brows, "Why does that sound so strange?"
Gu Xinzhou had seen noodles and sweet bean sauce in the fridge and decided to use minced meat and peanuts to thicken the sauce before making pancake rolls.
Suddenly, she remembered, when Song Zhen was born, Song Enshuo had already started making a fortune with pirated products from his grandfather's company.
When she was born, on the other hand, she was living a frugal life in the countryside.
Oh, how fate plays with people.
Gu Xinzhou flipped the spatula in her hand, mixing the peanut beef with the sauce more evenly.
Watching her skilled movements, Song Zhen felt both happy and heartbroken.
Gu Xinzhou asked, "How's your father's health now?"
Song Zhen was silent for a moment before answering, "It should be okay."
Gu Xinzhou didn't ask further.
It seemed that Song Zhen and his father hadn't been in touch for some days now.
Seeing her cooking with such dedication, Song Zhen hesitated before speaking, "Baby, George can't eat, so he may not be able to have what you're making."
Gu Xinzhou couldn't help but chuckle, "I know that, you already told me!"