Chapter 65 It’s Raining
In the early morning, Mu Shuoqian had to attend an early meeting. He didn’t usually eat at home; breakfast was generally dealt with at the company, and most of the time he wouldn’t eat at all.
"Morning." A fluffy head popped out from the kitchen, smiling and waving at him with a rice spoon in hand, "Breakfast is on the table."
He glanced at it, a simple meal of porridge and a dish, accompanied by two fried egg pancakes.
"I don’t know what you like for breakfast, Western or Chinese food. If you prefer Western, I can make you a sandwich right now." Gu Qili set her own meal on the table, "However, I still recommend that you have the millet porridge, isn’t your stomach ailment not completely healed?"
His gaze was heavy as he looked at her, standing silent, lips faintly pursed into a line, with no discernible sign of pleasure or anger.
"You don’t like it, huh? I’m free this morning, and I can go make you something else right now." Seeing him unmoved, showing no intention to come eat, Gu Qili thought he didn’t want Chinese food and was about to head to the kitchen to make something else when Mu Shuoqian spoke indifferently: "No need, I’m not accustomed to eating breakfast."
After saying that, he strode to the door, changed his shoes and left.
Gu Qili stared blankly at the unwelcomed breakfast, feeling a bit hurt inside; it seemed like the last time, he also rejected the breakfast she had prepared.