Chapter 649: 649 You really are crazy (2)_1
"It’s OK, it’s OK," Gu Liancheng stopped her, "No need to worry, Aunt Fang. Nothing’s wrong."
How much strength could Gu ngng possess to push Gu Liancheng?
She tried to push him towards the couch to sit, but failed.
Eleven just felt a bit uneasy in her heart.
After she ca back and saw both of father and son completely fine, not showing any signs of being affected by the unexpected event at noon, she naturally thought they were indeed all right. But Gu Liancheng’s outcry seed to hint at the truth to her.
From the look of the pictures, Jiujiu was certainly fine, but as for Gu Liancheng....
"Jiujiu, did your dad go to the hospital?"
Jiujiu shook his head: "No, he said he will go by himself tomorrow."
Jiujiu was also deceived. He too thought he was fine.
"Auntie, can you help
take care of the two kids and make sothing for them to eat? I’ll go with him to the hospital."
"Really, there’s no need! I’ve said I’m fine!" Gu Liancheng pulled out his head-of-the-family act, speaking to Eleven, "If I had a real problem, I would be in the hospital already, you know?"
Wen Qianxi had once said that he disliked hospitals.
She thought, the reason must be related to his childhood experiences.
Or perhaps, he loved the current atmosphere and didn’t want to break it.
Eleven thus didn’t insist anymore. At least, if his condition was really serious, he shouldn’t be able to stand up by now.
Gu Liancheng and Aunt Fang rolled out the dough, Eleven and Second Treasure filled the dumplings. Their appearances varied. After observing the shape of the dumplings that Second Treasure had filled, Eleven quietly spoke, "Please forget what I said about having worked in the restaurant."
Smile.
Gu Liancheng and Aunt Fang held back their laughter.
Aunt Fang said, "Miss Fang, keep it up."
Gu Liancheng added his own words, "Yes, keep it up, as long as it’s food, the shape doesn’t matter."
After the dumplings were done, Eleven was responsible for helping to bring the finished products to the kitchen. Aunt Fang said, "Just leave it, Miss Fang. Let
do it."
"No, I can’t do it but I can help."
"Uh... Miss Fang, I’m worried that if you accidentally spill these carefully dumpled dumplings that everyone has worked on, then..."
"..."
Ha...haha...Eleven’s mouth twitched a few tis.
She can’t stay in this house anymore, everyone despises her!
A peeved Eleven sat sulking on the sofa, quietly eating grapefruit. As she cut into it, she vented her frustration.
Then there was nothing else for Eleven and Second Treasure to do in the kitchen, so they took their seats on the couch.
Gu ngng comforted her, "Eleven, it’s okay! Being unable to cook is a blessing! If you could, you’d have to make food for us daily. How good it is that you can’t, so Mr. Gu has to cook."
Eleven hugged ngng close, casting a glance at Jiujiu, her gaze saying: See, this is a real daughter.
Jiujiu shot her a look, giving her a knowing glance...
Glimpsing the kitchen, Aunt Fang and Gu Liancheng were bustling about.
Right, those who don’t know how to cook can just wait to eat, only responsible for devouring food. This probably is the ultimate philosophy of a foodie.
Watching Gu Liancheng in a white shirt, sporting a flowery apron, bringing out the first plate of fried dumplings, Eleven couldn’t help but chuckle in a rather unethical way, hugging ngng, and asking, "Don’t you think a man in the kitchen tends to look even more handso?"
It was completely harmonious.
Just as Gu Liancheng was about to call them, Gu ngng suddenly raised a hand and said, "Mr. Gu! Eleven says, a Mr. Gu who can cook is handso!"
"Hey, Gu ngng!" Eleven opened her eyes in disbelief. How could she betray her after she just embraced her as her dear daughter!
Gu Liancheng imdiately bead, "Thank you for the complint, ex-wife. You guys can start eating now."
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