She hadn't wanted to trouble him in the first place, and now she couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
"What are you staring at me for, stupid? Hurry up and eat."
Gu Mingzhu nodded. The noodles today were a lot more generous than last night's, and they were especially soft, not the same kind as yesterday.
He must've bought fresh noodles outside this morning, the kind they pull right on the spot.
Gu Mingzhu bit the end of her chopsticks. Zhuo Dabao had a sharp tongue, but when it came to this kind of thing, he was actually pretty good. At least he wasn't letting her go hungry.
After one bowl of noodles, she was feeling a little stuffed.
Zhuo Yifan checked the time. "Drink the milk, I'll take you to the hospital in a bit."
Gu Mingzhu glanced at her foot. "I think it's already much better, it doesn't hurt that much either. Can we not go?"
"No."
Zhuo Yifan's tone was firm and non-negotiable as he refused her outright.
