After finishing his meal, Gu Wenheng couldn't stop praising it. "It's exactly like what I've had before. Such a familiar taste."
Jin Qianqian turned to look at him. "I don't recall ever bringing you food."
"..." Gu Wenheng knew he had blown his cover and openly admitted it. "Li Tian'ai owed me a few favors, so there were a few times she packed up the leftovers and brought them over to my place."
"Tian'ai owed you favors?" Jin Qianqian asked.
Gu Wenheng rubbed his nose. "She needed an internship back then, so I found someone to help her out."
Jin Qianqian looked at him suspiciously, finally understanding why Li Tian'ai always liked to pack up the leftovers after every meal.
"See if you need any other cooking utensils. I remember there's a blacksmith shop at the intersection ahead. While I'm still at home, I can go have them custom-made for you." Seeing Jin Qianqian in such high spirits, Gu Wenheng wanted to indulge her.
