As Leng Yuan ate, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt. He remembered that when Gu Jiaojiao first came to the countryside, she never cooked. Others always did it for her.
He had assumed she couldn't cook, but he never expected her food to be so delicious that even he couldn't help but take one bite after another.
Leng Yuan didn't voice his question. He felt he didn't know Gu Jiaojiao well enough yet and had no right to ask.
Gu Jiaojiao knew her actions might arouse Leng Yuan's suspicion. She had already prepared an excuse, but it was a lie she was unwilling to tell. The fact that he didn't ask suited her just fine.
The couple finished every last bite. Gu Jiaojiao didn't eat much; most of the food ended up in Leng Yuan's stomach, which left her feeling very satisfied.
That evening, back in their room, Leng Yuan sat at his desk writing. Feeling bored, Gu Jiaojiao decided to ask if she could borrow a book to read.
