Gu Zhiqi, with a head full of question marks, turned around and then saw a face filled with shock and afterward fear, that of Gu Changchuan.
Seeing that Gu Zhiqi had not touched the stove, Gu Changchuan heaved a long sigh of relief, walked into the kitchen, grabbed Gu Zhiqi’s arm, and started to pull her out, "Didn’t I say not to enter the kitchen? Whatever you want to eat, just have Aunt Li make it for you."
Gu Zhiqi "...I, I was just washing a dish."
"You don’t need to wash dishes either, leave them there, someone will wash them. Just don’t go into the kitchen," Gu Changchuan insisted, pulling Gu Zhiqi towards the living room, as if afraid that Gu Zhiqi would spend an extra second in the kitchen.
Was she not fit to be in the kitchen or what?
"Every time you enter the kitchen, it nearly gives Dad a heart attack. Haven’t you destroyed enough stoves in our house?" Gu Changchuan said, his face still creased with worry, hand dramatically on his chest, looking just like an emoticon, "It’s actually fine if the stove is destroyed, but what if you hurt yourself?"
He must be talking about the original owner, she would never destroy the stove.
"Even though you have amnesia now, there are some things that you can’t suddenly know how to do just because you’ve forgotten," Gu Changchuan continued earnestly.
Gu Zhiqi remained silent, pretending not to understand what he was talking about.
"Promise me, don’t go into the kitchen again," Gu Changchuan said, looking at Gu Zhiqi with a serious expression.
Gu Zhiqi paused for two seconds, then replied dryly, "Okay."
Seeing this, Gu Changchuan let out a sigh of relief, then headed towards the kitchen.
After busying himself in the kitchen for a while and coming back out, he held two fruit plates, "Your mom and Feng He are sitting in the Flower Room, do you want to go and chat with them?"
In a bit, she still had to go upstairs to continue repairing her mental method.
"Huh? Do you want a fruit plate then?" Gu Changchuan seemed to recall something and suddenly asked Gu Zhiqi.
Before Gu Zhiqi could say anything, Gu Changchuan handed the two fruit plates over to her, "This one’s for you, Dad will go cut another two."
Gu Zhiqi subconsciously accepted them very smoothly.
So, why was it so smooth?
After handing the fruit plates to Gu Zhiqi, Gu Changchuan turned and went back into the kitchen.
Gu Zhiqi, coming to her senses, looked towards the kitchen and obediently said, "Thank you, Dad."
"Dad received your thanks, love you," Gu Changchuan suddenly appeared at the kitchen doorway and formed a little heart with his index finger and thumb towards Gu Zhiqi.
That’s more like a child, isn’t it?
When Gu Changchuan came out again, holding another two fruit plates, he said, "Remember to have Auntie Li make you something if you want to eat, and there’s also fruit in the fridge. Take whatever you like."
After Gu Changchuan left with the fruit plates, Gu Zhiqi also went upstairs with her two fruit plates.
"Zhizhi, with the way you eat, you’re bound to get fat," Chubby Chiu suddenly appeared in her mind.
"Oh." Gu Zhiqi responded indifferently, continuing her walk upstairs.
After a few steps, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps from behind, and then a woman’s voice, "Um, Gu Zhiqi, wait a second."
Hearing someone calling her, Gu Zhiqi stopped, turned back to look, and then asked with an inquiring face, "What’s up?"
"Can we find a place to talk?" Gu Xiyue’s voice was cold, but she tried to keep her tone as neutral as possible while speaking.
"Sure," Gu Zhiqi nodded.
Hearing this, Gu Xiyue continued, "My room?"
"Sure, but..." Gu Zhiqi paused, and lifted the fruit plates in her hands, "I need to put these down first."