Mo Beihan hugged her. "You haven't told me what you want to eat?"
Gu Qingyao smiled and leaned into his embrace. She batted her large eyes as she thought. "I want lots of things! Can you cook them all?"
"Just tell me, I guarantee I can cook them."
Gu Qingyao was amused but she stopped teasing him. "All right, don't fool around. Just cook some rice and let's have some soup and that will be enough. I have some utensils here."
The kitchen in the house could be used straight away. Gu Qingyao took the utensils from her interspace and Mo Beihan used them straight away.
That afternoon, neither Gu Qingyao nor Mo Beihan went back to the Gu house. Zhou Ping was at home and her leg was much better. She could walk slowly without any problem, so they were not worried.
Mo Beihan cooked the rice and made some vegetable and egg soup. There was a meat dish and a vegetable dish and the portion was just right for the two of them.