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After finis.h.i.+ng these, she sat in the room to sunbathe and took some yarn out from her inters.p.a.ce to knit.

When Gu Ruoqing woke up and found that no one called her up for lunch, she ran out to take a look and frowned. “Are Grandfather and Grandmother not back yet? Call them back for lunch. It's lunchtime already but they're making people wait for them. Ugh.”

Afterward, she headed to the kitchen.

Without looking up, Gu Qingyao replied, “Grandfather and Grandmother have already eaten. They won't come back.”

Gu Ruoqing was taken aback.

Gu Qingyao smiled. “We have already eaten a long time ago. Didn't you rather skip lunch than labour? We finished lunch already and there's no share for you!”

Gu Ruoqing's eyes popped wide. “What did you say?”

She dashed into the kitchen and indeed, the pot was empty and cleaned. Then, she looked at the table beside and the basket of fish that was originally placed here was gone as well.

“Where's the fish?”

Gu Ruoqing shouted angrily.

“We finished eating. If you wish to eat, you can run to your maternal grandmother's house. Perhaps you will still be able to make it. Your mother took so many over and they must be having a feast right now!”

“You…”

Gu Ruoqing was infuriated. She was ravenous after playing outside the whole morning but there was nothing to eat now.

“Hurry and make lunch for me. Who are you? How dare you not leave any food for me to eat?”

Gu Qingyao looked up at her briefly and snickered before continuing with her knitting.

Gu Ruoqing was boiling with anger. She did not know how to cook as Zhang Xiaohui doted on her since young and did not let her do any housework. She could be said to have led a pampered life. In this family, it was always either grandmother Wen Ruyu or Gu Qingyao who made the meals. Even Zhang Xiaohui rarely cooked.

Gu Ruoqing was extremely enraged that Gu Qingyao ignored her and when she looked down to see that Gu Qingyao was knitting, her fury doubled.

“Where did you get the yarn from? Who gave you the money to buy yarn and even such a good quality one? Knit a s.h.i.+rt for me. Winter is coming and I can wear them.”

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Although the yarn in Gu Qingyao's hand was black, this generation was not so particular. Moreover, most of the clothes were dark-colored and tan girls could wear them as well.

Gu Qingyao did not bother with her and acted as though she did not hear her.

Noticing that Gu Qingyao ignored her, Gu Ruoqing was infuriated and pushed Gu Qingyao. “I am talking to you! Did you hear me?”

She used a lot of strength and Gu Qingyao, who was seated on a stool, almost fell from the push.

Fortunately, Gu Qingyao had quick reflexes and she stood up to steady herself. Then, she turned around and pushed Gu Ruoqing forcefully without hesitation. “Are you stupid? Did you not see that I am knitting? How dare you push me. Don't think that I am a pushover.”

Gu Ruoqing did not expect Gu Qingyao to be so ruthless as she used to be very demure and quiet who spoke gently. Gu Ruoqing hated that aspect of Gu Qingyao the most as she felt that Gu Qingyao was acting like a pleasant girl. Yet, no matter how she tried, she could not act as well as Gu Qingyao.

Caught off-guard, Gu Ruoqing fell to the ground as she looked at Gu Qingyao in disbelief. “How dare you push me?”

“Pfft!” Gu Qingyao laughed. “What's there to not dare?”

“You…” Gu Ruoqing crawled up furiously and shouted. “Gu Qingyao, what do you want? A little b.i.t.c.h of the Five Black Categories. If you continue to be so arrogant, I will…”

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Piak!

Gu Qingyao slapped her.

Gu Ruoqing widened her eyes once again. The Gu Qingyao before her was too foreign.