"The bird's nest soup that Mrs. Zhong stewed today is very delicious, don't ruin it for me and waste her sincere intentions." Gu Qian, being shy, didn't want to discuss this matter with him.
Anyway, someone can turn nonsense into sense.
Seeing it's best to quit while ahead, Mo Beichen quietly sat beside her, waiting for her to finish breakfast, then took the bag Mrs. Zhong handed him, and escorted Gu Qian out the door.
Uncle Qiu had already started the car and waited outside. Despite being early in the morning during the dog days of summer, the heat hadn't dissipated yet, and the inside of the car was stuffy. Afraid Gu Qian would get too hot, Uncle Qiu had turned on the AC early to cool down the car.
