Feeling Su Yunling's gaze, Gu Zhiqi muttered in a low voice, "I'm not picky."
Then she began to bury her head in drinking the porridge.
The serious way she drank the porridge really didn't seem picky.
Su Yunling curved her lips slightly and added a small steamed bun to Gu Zhiqi's plate, "Though I didn't make the porridge, the bun is my work."
Gu Zhiqi didn't speak but silently picked up the bun and put it into her mouth.
She really wasn't picky, but she preferred tastier food.
To this day, the tastiest thing she had ever eaten was made by Su Yunling.
Whether it was mooncakes, cakes, or rice.
Tang Yichen, however, couldn't keep his mouth still. Upon hearing what Su Yunling said, he immediately chimed in, "Eh? Did you make the buns? Weren't you busy with your tea this morning?"
As he spoke, he picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
Su Yunling didn't respond to him, just eating on her own.
