"Mm, I know," Gu Zichen said, "but I'm used to eating what I make myself."
Qiao Xiguan really felt like she was about to lose it.
"Do you want to eat some more?"
"I'm very full," Qiao Xiguan said through gritted teeth.
"Then I'll just make something for myself." With that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the open kitchen.
Qiao Xiguan sat on the sofa, so angry she almost felt like spitting blood.
Gu Zichen could be so calm and composed that it made people want to bash their heads against the wall.
It really took until ten thirty before Gu Zichen finally finished making breakfast, ate it, wiped his lips, and said, "Let's go."
Qiao Xiguan stormed on ahead, fuming.
Gu Zichen chuckled and followed behind her.
The two of them went downstairs and headed towards the hotel entrance.
Qiao Xiguan handed the keys to Gu Zichen, implying that he should drive himself.
Gu Zichen, however, innocently sat in the passenger seat, looking very at ease.
