Yu Shuling had cried enough and then began sizing up Gu Zhiqi again.
In just a few short minutes, she said several times how thin Gu Zhiqi had become.
As she spoke, suddenly she stood up, "No, this won’t do. You need to be well-nourished. Mom’s going to make you something delicious right away."
At the mention of delicious food, Gu Zhiqi’s gaze towards Yu Shuling instantly changed, "Thank you, Mom."
It was only after calling out "Mom" that Gu Zhiqi realized it wasn’t at all difficult to say, and there was even a sense of familiarity.
Upon hearing the word "Mom" from Gu Zhiqi, Yu Shuling felt instantly fulfilled and rolled up her sleeves as if infused with chicken blood.
"Ah!" Yu Shuling cheerfully responded and then headed straight into the kitchen without looking back, "Mom will make you your favorite sweet and sour spare ribs."
Gu Mengyang watched Yu Shuling go into the kitchen, a hint of anticipation tinting his eyes.
Only when Yu Shuling was out of sight did Gu Mengyang retract his gaze, "Only you could get mom into the kitchen."
Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi turned his head and gave Gu Mengyang a questioning look.
Gu Mengyang, seeing the questioning in her eyes, explained, "Mom’s cooking skills are absolutely masterful, but she doesn’t like to enter the kitchen."
After all, Yu Shuling was once the pampered young lady of the Yu Family in Jiang City.
The Gu Family, too, had been wealthy from his grandfather’s generation. After marrying into the Gu Family, Gu Changchuan spoiled Yu Shuling rotten, naturally reluctant to let her enter the kitchen, allowing her to continue living as a privileged young lady.
The first time Gu Mengyang tasted Yu Shuling’s cooking was after Gu Zhiqi was weaned.
After weaning, the little girl wouldn’t eat anything except for what Yu Shuling prepared.
Yu Shuling then took on the role of cook for the little girl without complaint.
his dad felt that it was distressing for Yu Shuling to cook for the family every day by herself, so he asked her to cook only for the little girl.
And indeed, his mom ended up cooking only for the little girl.
Later, when the little girl became more sensible and less picky, opportunities to eat Yu Shuling’s cooking became even rarer.
Afterward, it was only during festivals and holidays that Yu Shuling would step into the kitchen to prepare a dish or two.
Later, as the little girl’s temperament changed dramatically, Yu Shuling hardly stepped into the kitchen at all. The most recent occasion she did was when Gu Xiyue returned home.
Listening to Gu Mengyang’s words, Gu Zhiqi’s eyes lit up slightly, "Is it really delicious?"
Gu Mengyang raised his eyebrows, "Would I lie to you?"
Gu Zhiqi: Looking forward to it!
"With our mom’s skills, to this day, only..." From the corner of his eye, Gu Mengyang caught sight of a sneaking figure and stopped himself, raising his eyebrows towards Gu Changchuan, who was tiptoeing downstairs.
Seeing his expression and responding to her curiosity, Gu Zhiqi also turned to glance.
There, a middle-aged man with a slightly plump build, handsome and strong features, benevolent eyes, and a slicked-back haircut was sneaking downstairs stealthily and with a touch of vulgarity, almost reaching the last step.
When Gu Changchuan saw Gu Zhiqi and Gu Mengyang looking at him, he shushed them gently and then glanced towards the kitchen.
Noticing that Yu Shuling was out of sight, Gu Changchuan crouched down and moved swiftly to the couch, then half concealed himself behind it, smiling at Gu Zhiqi, "My girl, back home?"
Began to deeply suspect that something was wrong with the original host’s memory.
Was this man really the strict and reserved Father Gu?
Confronted with Gu Zhiqi’s somewhat unfamiliar gaze, Gu Changchuan’s expression grew slightly sad as he spoke with feigned sorrow, "Ah, it’s just been a few dozen minutes since I came to see you, and it seems you don’t recognize your dad anymore."
As he spoke, Gu Changchuan suddenly pulled out a card from his pocket and handed it to Gu Zhiqi, "My girl, here, some pocket money. Say ’Dad’ quickly."
Seeing that Gu Zhiqi hadn’t moved, Gu Changchuan said smilingly, "There’s 50 million in it."
"Thank you, Dad." Gu Zhiqi was faster with her mouth and hand than with her thoughts.
Upon hearing her words, Gu Changchuan was satisfied.