The dumplings she made were already eaten by Qin Zheng and Qin Mo, weren't they?
How are there still some left?
Gu Zhi pressed her lips, maintaining her composure: "Qin Mo made them."
After a pause, she added, "My brother."
"Really?" Qi Hanyu's lips twitched, almost unable to hold back his laughter, and he said with a smile, "No wonder they're so—cute."
Gu Zhi: "..."
Shut up.
Qi Hanyu didn't tease her any further. With a bowl of dumplings and a bowl of chicken soup, he had almost polished it all off, his rare good appetite attesting to Mrs. Qin's culinary skills' well-deserved reputation.
But if the Qin Family found out that the dumplings and chicken soup they prepared for Gu Zhi were consumed by another "man," they might come for him.
Gu Zhi, however, didn't notice. She was in the living room reading the script as she needed to prepare for an audition the next day and wasn't ready yet. Only when Qi Hanyu emerged after washing the dishes did she remember something.
