Gu Nanyan: "Stop fussing about."
Lu Beicheng had looked forward to the life of their family of three, so even though Gu Nanyan hadn't agreed, Lu Beicheng still took mother and son back to Nanjiang.
Once he returned to Nanjiang with the little one, and had put him to rest in the bedroom, Lu Beicheng tied on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen.
Seeing someone don an apron and go about it so naturally, Gu Nanyan ate an apple while leaning against the doorframe to watch.
He gutted and filleted the fish with practiced hands, and he was very efficient with washing and chopping vegetables.
Three years ago, Gu Nanyan knew Lu Beicheng could handle himself in the kitchen, but she didn't expect him to become even more adept after three years.
When Lu Beicheng returned to the stove to stir-fry the dishes, and saw that Gu Nanyan was watching him, he said, "Trying to steal some cooking skills?"
Responding to Lu Beicheng's joke, Gu Nanyan said, "Quite capable."
