Qin Yize lowered his eyes to look at his hand.
But as Gu Qiaoqiao sensed he was about to turn around and look back, she quickly walked to the stove, calmly opened the furnace door, and added a few sticks of firewood.
Then she went to the bathroom.
Cold and indifferent as usual, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
Gu Qiaoqiao didn't care either; she began to stir-fry the shredded potatoes, which were somewhat spicy, so she busily opened a ventilation window above the kitchen counter.
But Qin Yize liked spicy food.
He practically couldn't enjoy a meal without it.
So, his mother had put chili peppers in the meat sauce.
Actually, Gu Qiaoqiao didn't like spicy food; she also disliked cilantro and celery, to the point of deep aversion.
But that was all in the past.
After spending several years in the back kitchen of Lijing Ho, she could now eat things she previously couldn't.
Therefore, nothing in this world is unchangeable.
Love is no exception!