Fu Ziqian looked at the excited Qiao Chuchu, then glanced at the grilled fish in his hand...
...
"I'll do it." Fu Ziqian said to Qiao Chuchu. Qiao Chuchu looked at Fu Ziqian in surprise, "What about your fish? You didn't throw it away, did you?"
If Fu Ziqian really dared to throw away the fish she had painstakingly grilled, she definitely would not forgive him.
"It was too delicious, I finished it quickly." Fu Ziqian said.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu looked at Fu Ziqian skeptically. Was he telling the truth?
Was that charcoal-looking fish really delicious? Did he really eat it that quickly?
Qiao Chuchu thought Fu Ziqian might be lying, but no matter how she observed, she couldn't tell... Looking at Fu Ziqian, it seemed he wasn't lying.
"Was it good? I'll grill another one for you." Qiao Chuchu said.
