Quarrel at the head of the bed, make up at the end of the bed—Series 7

Could it be... that I performed too well last night?

And this morning too?

So the man...

All men are animals driven by their lower halves, huh?

No, no... Fu Jingshen, this kind of abstinent male god, would definitely not be like that.

"I'll do the chopping, you go dish out the rice."

"Okay."

Gu Nian handed over the chili and knife to Fu Jingshen and after dishing out the rice, she saw the man skillfully chop the beef, green peppers, and green onions.

"Go out and wait for me, I'll be done very soon."

"Mm..."

Gu Nian nodded, noticing Great King and Santa still sitting outside the kitchen waiting, she quickly went out and picked up Santa into her arms.

"You'll have beef fried rice to eat in a bit... you'll have something in your mouth."

"Meow."

Santa rubbed against Gu Nian in her embrace, while Great King, upon smelling the familiar scent, began to feel not so good.