Gu Lan set out the meal and picked up a piece of spicy chicken to taste.
The taste was very spicy, but after chewing, the chicken was fragrant and tender. Gu Lan rolled up his sleeves and started eating heartily.
Rong Heng clenched his fists, caught in a dilemma.
"Grrrr—"
Rong Heng looked down in shock, staring at his own stomach.
Was it this thing making noise?
Even injured, how could it be so disappointing!
Rong Heng's eyes turned redder, a blush spreading at the corners.
Gu Lan pretended not to hear, handing him a new pair of bamboo chopsticks with one hand.
His gaze shifted, seeing that what Young Master Gu held was not some ivory chopsticks inlaid with gold and jade, but the same as what he received—a pair of plain bamboo chopsticks, round on top and square at the bottom.
This flamboyant and reckless youth, seemingly unruly, seemed to be taking care of his emotions in some way?
Did he think too much?
