Dropping his eyelids and thinking about something, Qicheng turned his head again, only to see Gu Qianmeng's bright eye pupil, fixed on himself.

This kind of look is clean and transparent, like crystal.

"Why are you here? Suddenly don't cook?" Qicheng wiped her lips and smiled gently at her.

Gu Qianmeng shook his head and said, "No, it's Aunt Mei. What do you say? I'm pregnant and I can't be too tired, so I'm thrown out."

"But you... You are not allowed to take the lead! I haven't washed my father's feet yet, and you do it first. I'll be ashamed to be so filial to his old man! "...