President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

George was overjoyed.

Facing Pei Yu, he always told the truth unconsciously.

But fortunately, he didn't say it this time.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a breach of contract if you agreed to Chu Tianba's agreement?

To be a human being is to be honest.

But he didn't notice that Pei Yu's eyes dimmed a bit.

He lowered his long eyelashes like a cattail fan, and was a little more lost under the shadow cast by the pale fluorescent lamp above his head.

After a while, he adjusted his mood and said, "Let's eat then."

Pei Yu took out all the meals in the insulation box.

The very ordinary three dishes and one soup were all made by Pei Yu himself, and Pei Yu even arranged them on a special plate in order to look better.

But George's eyes were not on the plate at all.

He noticed the wound on the back of Pei Yu's hand and the bloody bandage on his left thumb.

Obviously, these are left over from cooking.

This idiot, why do you still cook if you don't know how to cook?

This time I cut my finger, but next time, I'm not going to chop off my whole hand, right?

Suddenly, an unknown fire burst out in George's heart.

"Why don't you eat it? This stir-fried pork liver with sauerkraut is good for nourishing blood." Pei Yu asked curiously as he handed the chopsticks to George.

George threw the chopsticks directly on the ground.

"Don't bring me food in the future, I don't like these, I like to eat takeaways from outside." George said.

what?

Pei Yu opened his mouth, his eyes full of grievances, "These are more nutritious, the food outside has a strong taste, which is not good for your health."

If you don't eat well, it is difficult for the wound to heal completely.

George still said sarcastically, "The takeaway outside is not delicious, I will ask a nutritionist to make it for me, it will be delicious, anyway, I don't need you!"

Hearing this, Pei Yu slowly lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks on the ground, and threw them into the trash can.

Then he took a new pair of chopsticks and handed them to George, "Okay, I won't bring them anymore, I'll find you a nutritionist, but you should eat today's meal first."

Seeing Pei Yu's pitiful look, George almost relented and took the chopsticks.

But at the critical moment, he was still heartbroken and turned his head away.

No, this kind of thing has one thing and two things.

It gave Pei Yu hope that he would definitely bring food over in the future.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Now that Pei Yu was disappointed, he would never go to the kitchen to cook again, nor would he get hurt again.

Thinking of this, George turned his head away and said coldly, "How can I eat this? I don't want to eat it. You can make instant noodles for me, or order takeaway."

Holding the meal he specially made, Pei Yu walked out disappointed.

She was so immersed in her own world that she didn't even notice when she met Song Runian.

Song Runian rushed to the garbage room abruptly, and when he saw that Pei Yu was about to throw the insulated box in, he hurriedly stopped him.

"What are you doing, Pei Yu, what's wrong with you, who bullied you?"

Only then did Pei Yu come back to his senses, and smiled at Song Runian, "Young Mistress, what a coincidence."

Song Runian: "...It's not a coincidence at all, I followed you halfway down the corridor, and you only noticed me after calling you more than 20 times."

"I was thinking about something just now, so I didn't notice you." Pei Yu explained.

Song Runian nodded, pointed at the lunch box in his hand, "Then why did you throw this away?"

Through the opened lid, Song Runian noticed that the food inside had not been touched at all.

Why do you have to throw away a good meal?

"The food I made wasn't very tasty, but the nutritionist's food was better, so I threw it away." Pei Yu explained.

Song Runian disagreed with this statement.

Although Pei Yu's cooking was really average, it was obvious that it was carefully prepared.

How can you just throw it away.

Seeing Pei Yu's distraught expression again, Song Runian guessed a possibility, "Is it because George is picky, saying that he doesn't like the food you cook?"

Being guessed the reason, Pei Yu's eyes were flustered, and he desperately denied, "No, that's not the case."

Song Runian looked at him, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "Pei Yu, you also know that you are really bad at lying, right?"

"It's because I really didn't do very well, and it has nothing to do with George," Pei Yu said.

If it wasn't for him, George wouldn't go to the abandoned warehouse, let alone hurt his leg, and he wouldn't be able to stand up in his life.

So even if George was picky about his cooking, Pei Yu would admit it.