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 inters.p.a.ce 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.

That afternoon, Mo Beihan brought Gu Qingyao to buy some daily essentials.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ping remained in the Gu house. When she was bored, she took a nap.

Little Seven and Little Eight finished their homework. They were hungry and went to look for their mother. “Mother, I'm hungry!”

Zhou Ping looked at the time sleepily, and realized it was twelve o'clock.

“Your older sister hasn't cooked?”

Little Seven and Little Eight exchanged glances. “Elder Sister isn't back yet.”

Zhou Ping frowned. “Isn't back yet? It's so late, why hasn't she come back to cook?”

Little Seven blinked and said, “Elder Brother Mo is back and he said he's going to put his new house in order. Elder Sister went to help. Elder Brother Mo probably brought Elder Sister to the state-run restaurant for lunch? I heard Elder Brother Mo say that his home is very near the state-run restaurant.”

Zhou Ping's expression turned ugly. “If she doesn't come back, what are we going to eat for lunch? It's already noon, are we going to go hungry at home?”

Little Eight was puzzled. “Mother, can't you cook?”

Hadn't his mother done all the cooking in the past?

“Can't you see that I'm ill?”

At that, Little Seven and Little Eight looked at their mother's foot. Their mother could clearly walk although she was not that agile.

They did not understand, so they just looked at Zhou Ping with wide eyes.

Their looks irritated Zhou Ping. “All right, all right, go away and wait. If your elder sister went to the state-run restaurant, she will certainly bring food back when she returns.”

The two children were shooed out of the room.

Little Eight looked at his older brother. “I remember that when they left, Elder Brother Mo said they would be very busy today. Will Elder Sister really come back?”

Little Seven did not say anything. He shrugged and went to the living room to wait.

It was hot in the afternoon and it made them sluggish and sleepy. Zhou Ping hazily fell asleep again and when she woke up, it was almost two o'clock.

She was ravenous and could not sleep any longer, so she got up to look for food.

“Yao Yao, is the food ready? Why didn't you call me?”

When she came out to look, she realized that the two children were sleeping in the living room. She glanced in the kitchen only to find it empty. There was no one there and Gu Qingyao was not in her room either.

Zhou Ping was furious. “It's so late, but that child still isn't home. Look at her, why does the family still treasure her like that. Really… I'm so mad!”

Her voice woke the two children up.

“Mother, I'm hungry!”

Zhou Ping temper rose again.

Gu Qingyao had not come back, and they were hungry. Zhou Ping had no choice but to cook.

In the past, before Gu Qingyao came, she sometimes only ate two meals a day to save money. Or she ate less at every meal.