121, choose to be honest with her

Gu Xinzhou's stomach was growling with hunger.

But at home, it was just her and Song Zhen, no maid or chef in sight.

Earlier, Song Zhen had not mentioned how to solve the lunch issue.

Considering that Song Zhen had already made breakfast, Gu Xinzhou felt it would be improper to ask him to cook again, so she slipped on her pink slippers and headed toward the kitchen.

After Gu Xinzhou left the room, Song Zhen tracked her through the other cameras downstairs to the kitchen.

Only then did he remember that it was already half past twelve, and he should've been preparing lunch.

Song Zhen hurried downstairs.

Upon reaching the kitchen doorway, he saw Gu Xinzhou had already put on an apron.

She stood in front of the refrigerator, seriously surveying the available ingredients inside.

Her serene little face radiated a gentle glow, the spitting image of a virtuous little wife.

Song Zhen's heart rippled like water.