Three sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table, one of which was for Mrs. Zhou.
Gu Lingling seriously tasted the dish made by Mr. Zhou. Although the timing was a bit off, for someone who rarely cooks, achieving this level was already pretty good for a novice.
Receiving Gu Lingling’s praise, Mr. Zhou was very pleased.
After the meal, he mysteriously called Gu Lingling into his study.
On the desk was an ancient book.
"I found this while sorting through your Grandma Zhou’s belongings. I thought it might be useful to you," Mr. Zhou carefully opened the book, which had a line of small script written by his beloved wife.
"Your Grandma Zhou also loved cooking," Mr. Zhou reminisced, "I was quite busy at the time and rarely went into the kitchen. Every time, I just had to sit and open my mouth to eat."
She took great care of his daily life.
Now, she’s gone, and he regrets not having properly cooked a meal with her due to being busy with work.
Gu Lingling took the book and started flipping through it, "Grandpa Zhou, this is too precious, I... I can’t accept it."
The ancient book recorded many lost recipes, each dish an exquisite masterpiece.
This book should be a family heirloom of Grandma Zhou’s.
"I believe that in your hands, this book will serve its purpose better than collecting dust here. It would make your Grandma Zhou happier," Mr. Zhou waved his hand, "Take it, it’s also a testament to the bond between us as grandfather and granddaughter."
"But this is so precious," Gu Lingling said.
"Nothing is too precious," Mr. Zhou laughed, "Grandpa owes his life to you."
"Grandpa Zhou," Gu Lingling said helplessly, "Could you not keep bringing that up?"
She saved him, but not because she wanted him to constantly mention it.
"Why? Am I not allowed to say it?" Mr. Zhou said with a glare, "I just want people to know your relationship with me. Let’s see who dares to say anything? Who dares to bully you!"
Isn’t that impressive?
This is also why Mr. Zhou intentionally sought out Gu Lingling to talk to in that kind of setting.
"Alright, alright, whatever you do is right," Gu Lingling coaxed him as if coaxing a child.
"I’m not a child," Mr. Zhou said proudly.
Gu Lingling, "..."
Isn’t he just like a child? He’s becoming more straightforward with age.
But it’s also good this way; she didn’t want to see him without any spirit.
"Do you still remember the things I taught you?" Mr. Zhou’s old face reddened, knowing what she was thinking by her expression.
The topic shifted rather quickly.
"I remember," Gu Lingling said, pointing to her head, "What you told me to recite every night before sleeping, I’ve always kept doing it."
Old Man Zhou casually asked her a few questions, and seeing that she could answer fluently, he nodded with satisfaction.
Because Gu Lingling had a class in the afternoon, after finishing the meal and helping Mr. Zhou tidy up the house and kitchen, she then left.
Litte did she know that as she reached the door of Mr. Zhou’s house, she would encounter Meng Yufei.
Accompanying her was another woman.
Gu Lingling then realized why Meng Yufei seemed familiar.
"What are you doing here?" Meng Yufei asked with a smile when she saw her, "Oh, you came to have a meal at Mr. Zhou’s house?"
"Mr. Zhou?" the woman in military uniform next to Meng Yufei said, "Is he the one who returned from Qin City?"
She then squinted her eyes at Gu Lingling for a while, "So it’s you."