Sure enough, the high-end hotel’s tiny kitchen had everything, though most of the ingredients were French and she wasn’t very skilled at using them, so there weren’t many she could use.
In the end, Gu Qili picked some rice and flour that could be used to make Chinese breakfast and simply made a meal.
He didn’t usually eat much in the morning, but she was happy that he was willing to eat a little, so she rambled on: "When I was young, I didn’t like eating breakfast. My dad always said it was unhealthy, and later on no matter how busy he was, he would eat breakfast with me before going to work. Gradually, I developed the good habit of eating breakfast."
The man drinking milk suddenly paused, his expression cold as ice.
Gu Qili, holding the milk glass, naturally saw his face turn chilly and asked with confusion, "What’s wrong?"
He set the glass down on the table forcefully, his tone unfriendly: "Are you saying I’m old?" Content originally comes from novel{f}ire.net
As heaven is my witness, she really didn’t mean that. Moreover, she was clearly talking about breakfast, so why did it turn into an issue about him being old?
He squinted his eyes: "You just said, when you were young..."
Gu Qili nodded blankly: "Yes."
But she quickly realized and scratched her head helplessly, offering a pale explanation: "It’s just a figure of speech, I meant when I was little."
Claiming to talk about "when I was young" at the age of twenty-two, does that mean he’s an old man now?
There was a nine-year age difference between them, and he seemed to be particularly concerned about this age difference.
"I really didn’t mean to say you’re old. Just look at you, graceful like a gentleman, handsome and dashing, with tender skin and a youthful face; you look like a young man in his early twenties. If it weren’t for your dress shoes and formal attire, someone would definitely ask you what year you are in college."
After hearing Gu Qili’s words, Mu Shuoqian’s face finally lightened up a bit and he picked up the glass and continued drinking his milk.
Gu Qili secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could exhale, the man across from her suddenly asked again, "Do you prefer someone older than you, younger than you, or someone of the same age?"
Gu Qili felt he was particularly talkative this morning, and all his questions were pointed. Without hesitation, she answered quickly and directly: "Liking someone has nothing to do with age. Love knows no boundaries, no country."
Mu Shuoqian’s face looked even more pleased than before, and his appetite greatly increased, eating more than usual: "Another half bowl of porridge."
He was eating more, which of course made Gu Qili happy. She immediately got up to serve porridge to the helpless eater.
Watching her attentive figure from the back, Mu Shuoqian picked up the phone on the table, inspected his face from side to side in the mirror, and seeing that he really did look young and not old at all, he was satisfied and put down the phone, continuing to drink milk.
After eating, the two of them cleaned up and prepared for a meeting. On the way, they ran into Li Ruhai and his group, who greeted them with respect. Mu Shuoqian had his usual cold face, while Gu Qili smiled and waved her hand.
Seeing the two of them walking shoulder to shoulder, Li Ruhai and his group had eyes full of stories and heads brimming with imagination, thinking that the president must have been well-fed and watered last night, so even if they made some mistakes today, they probably wouldn’t be scolded too terribly. As for the obvious information conveyed by their gaze, Gu Qili had seen it, but she didn’t think there was any need to explain anything to these people, so she pretended to be unfathomable just like Mu Shuoqian, acting as if nothing had happened.