Tuanzi rushed into the room, only managing to snatch part of the radish and pork rib soup.
Gu Yunmu had already poured most of it into another bowl, savoring it with chopsticks.
Tuanzi clutched the thermos warily, glaring at him intensely.
"It's really tasty," Gu Yunmu seemed oblivious to her anger, "Miaomiao, try it while it's hot, it's delicious."
Gu Chi handed over a spoon, thought for a moment, and added a pair of chopsticks.
Tuanzi took the spoon and scooped a spoonful, "Delicious!"
A thousand words were distilled into two.
"See, anything I find delicious must be really good," Gu Yunmu said proudly.
Gu Chi looked at him speechlessly, then at his sister, who had turned into an angry little Tuanzi. It seemed like he saw a fluffy white round bird fluffing up its feathers, ready to peck at someone.
He chuckled, "Miaomiao, do you know what 'using someone else's knife to kill' means?"
"Huh?"
Gu Chi explained once and then glanced meaningfully towards the living room.
