Gu Qiqi smiled helplessly.
That's right. This was Gong Jue's style.
She knew that Gong Jue had specially prepared light dishes for her because she had a competition in the afternoon and did not sleep well last night.
She was not stupid, how could she not tell!
This stupid man did not even know how to explain. His words were so unpleasant. He was really a demon who failed at flirting.
She smiled and ate the fried rice.
Oh, his culinary skills were not bad.
It was actually a seemingly ordinary Egg Fried Rice with pine mushrooms, fish roe, and fresh prawn balls. It was super delicious.
In the winter melon meatball soup, there were barley grains that were fair and moist. The meatball was actually a handmade beef tendon ball. After drinking a bowl of the soup, her stomach felt better.
