Gu Changsheng's hand was eagerly grabbed by Zhou Mu, and still somewhat uncomprehending, she stumbled along with him towards the Dining Hall. But her eyes couldn't help glancing at her family's evildoer.
Godfather, what's that pile of black stuff in the bone china plate on the tray?
Fried rice with eggs?
It was enough to blind her titanium alloy dog eyes!
And the burnt smell wafting through the air, oh dear God and Fourth Auntie Grandma, can someone save her?
Looking at her family's evildoer and his barely-contained joyful little expression, Gu Changsheng immediately wept three liters.
She finally realized why Yuan Bao had asked that question. If she had known earlier the kind of earth-shattering, ghost-weeping dishes the evildoer would create, she wouldn't have let him into the kitchen no matter what. This could really cost her old life!
She didn't want to be a brave warrior; just looking at this fried rice with eggs was enough to make her stomach hurt!
