Chu Jingchen suddenly felt that the biscuit in his mouth no longer tasted good. "What, he can come, but I can't?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes.
Could they turn the page already? Why did he keep bringing up that killjoy, Gu Hualei?
"Why does it smell so sour? I didn't even squeeze any lemon juice."
Chu Jingchen immediately realized that he had overreacted a little and felt somewhat embarrassed. "Ahem, just now, outside the door, I said..."
Seeing him stammer, Su Qiao deliberately said, "I know. You only said that to protect me just now, so I understand. I won't misunderstand."
Chu Jingchen: "..." What do you understand?
Could he say that he actually hoped she would misunderstand?
But after she put it that way, Chu Jingchen swallowed the words he had been about to say. He suddenly didn't dare say them anymore.
"Well, Grandma made the biscuits herself. She asked whether you liked the taste. If you do, she'll make more for you in the future."
Su Qiao nodded in satisfaction. "They're not too sweet, but not bland either. They're quite good. I really like the taste."
"However, Grandma is getting old. When she makes and bakes biscuits, someone must watch her from the side. We absolutely can't let her get burned."
When Chu Jingchen heard her say she liked them, a smile finally returned to his face. "Don't worry. I watched her the whole time she was making them, and there was also a pastry chef beside her giving her guidance. She won't get hurt."
"That's good." Su Qiao felt reassured.
Chu Jingchen hesitated for a moment. "Well, the reason I came so early was because of what happened online... I was a little worried about you, so I wanted to come over and check on you sooner."