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Chapter 541 Baozi, you haven’t spoken to me for two days

Chapter 541: Chapter 541 Baozi, you haven’t spoken to me for two days

Gu Yao often used to think whether her relationship with her second brother had always been poor, and whether she had done something to wrong him, which was why he treated her this way.

But she never expected that not only was their relationship not as bad as she thought, it was actually so good that she couldn’t believe it.

Just because she had forgotten him, did she have to suffer all this?

Gu Yao felt this was very unfair to her.

Yet, the injured look in Gu Sheng’s eyes just now made it impossible for Gu Yao to stand her ground and question or accuse him any further.

Gu Yao looked towards the drawer containing the album, her heart and mind in complete disarray.

She paused for a moment, then went to her own room to wash up and change clothes.

When she came out, Gu Sheng was still in the kitchen.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gu Sheng quickly turned around, and seeing Gu Yao, he was very embarrassed, "That, shall we just go out to eat? I was thinking of signing up for a cooking class today."

This version of Gu Sheng made Gu Yao really start to believe what he had just said, that he used to be like this.

Harmless as an animal, and with a bit of a child’s mischief.

The fierce appearance he used to have when he got angry was completely gone.

"Didn’t manage to make anything?" Gu Yao asked.

"...Only some millet porridge, which seems to still be uncooked, and the eggs are burnt."

Gu Yao walked over, directly picked up the two bowls of millet porridge from the counter, glanced at the poorly cooked sunny-side-up eggs in the pan, and said, "Just get the eggs out, we’ll eat this. I have to rush to school for orientation and don’t have time to eat out."

"Really eat this?"

Although he kept saying he wanted to take care of her, seeing this unappetizing meal, he really didn’t want to let her eat it, even if he had made it himself.

"Yes."

"...Okay, right away."

Gu Sheng dished up the eggs onto a plate and brought them to the table.

"There’s not much food at home, I’ll go out later to buy some, so we won’t eat this kind of thing anymore."

"Okay." Gu Yao replied somewhat uncomfortably and lowered her head to drink the burnt-tasting millet porridge.

Seeing Gu Yao silently drinking the porridge, Gu Sheng thought it might not be as bad as he imagined. However, when he took a sip himself, he immediately frowned, unable to stand the taste.

"There’s milk and bread in the fridge, let’s not drink this, don’t want to upset your stomach."

"I’m not that delicate."

Gu Yao continued drinking the porridge and even ate the burnt eggs.

Gu Sheng wanted to stop her, but eventually ended up eating his portion as well.

"I won’t make you eat this kind of thing anymore."

Gu Yao paused with the spoon in her hand, looked up at Gu Sheng, and wanted to ask, "Do you really plan to just idly accompany her in the United Kingdom for two years?" But after thinking about it, she didn’t ask.

Because she didn’t understand Gu Sheng.

Even if it was something he had personally promised, she would not hold any absolute expectations before it actually happened.

After breakfast, Gu Sheng insisted on taking Gu Yao to school.

Gu Yao didn’t want to argue about such a trivial matter. If he wanted to take her, she would let him, considering it was only a half-hour walk to the school anyway.

After dropping Gu Yao at school, Gu Sheng actually went and signed up for a cooking class...

Capital City—

"Steamed bun? Are you there? Come out and play with me for a while."

"You haven’t come out for two days and haven’t paid any attention to me, what’s wrong?"

"Steamed bun?"

Wen Xiao’ai lay on the bed, speaking softly to little bell on her wrist.

Seeing that the steamed bun didn’t come out, Wen Xiao’ai lay down on the bed somewhat dejected.

"What’s wrong, you’ve been so gloomy these past two days." Jun Moyan walked in, sat down by the bed, and placed the item in his hand in front of Wen Xiao’ai.

"Lollipop."

Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes lit up; she took the lollipop with one hand and immediately sat up.