Gu Zixuan couldn't believe it when she was called to dinner, amazed at Yu Yuanshen's speed.
In just forty minutes, he had made five dishes and a soup.
There were shrimp, fish, crabs, and vegetables.
Even the platters were presented with the refinement of a high-end restaurant.
Gu Zixuan clicked her tongue in admiration, "Brother Yu truly has a gift for cooking..."
Yu Yuanshen chuckled softly, his clean fingers holding white ivory chopsticks as he picked rice from a porcelain bowl, trying to feed Yu Youxuan first.
The gentle softness in that gesture sent ripples through Gu Zixuanxin.
Yu Wei looked at her, and in the peaceful atmosphere, glanced at her, then at Yu Yuanshen, and said, "You hit He Xiaoqi last night, and the He Family's old residence didn't cause an uproar today?"
Gu Zixuan was taken aback, shaking her head, "I didn't receive any calls."
