Gu Nanqiao gnawed on her chopsticks, pretending she hadn't heard.
"She's been afraid of the kitchen since she was little," Huo Jingting picked up the conversation when she didn't respond, "Mom, if you let her in the kitchen, it would be torture for her."
Tao Shu laughed, "Jingting, it seems you know her temperament better than I do."
Gu Nanqiao bowed her head, her face almost buried in her bowl, acting as if she hadn't heard their exchange.
"A habit of more than twenty years can't be changed overnight. If she doesn't like cooking, then let it be," Huo Jingting said calmly, "This is already very good."
Gu Nanqiao lifted her eyelids and stealthily glanced at him, a faint sense of being touched surged in her heart.
Yet unexpectedly, he also looked toward her, their eyes accidentally clashing; her heartbeat paused for an instant before it began to hasten.
Huo Jingting, on the other hand, didn't really care; after all, what he said was the truth and not an attempt to charm her.
