Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Brother, have you been standing there in the morning and watering the flowers until now?" Gu Yao felt that she couldn't be bored to this extent by herself.

Just imagine Gu Sheng has nothing else to do.

"No, I was watching TV just now." Gu Sheng should be very natural.

Gu Yao didn't think much, and went into the kitchen to help.

Now Gu Sheng is already able to fry good dishes without hurriedly.

Seeing Gu Sheng whose cooking has improved so quickly, Gu Yao praised her without hesitation, but she didn't know how many ingredients Gu Sheng bought after she went to school, how many times she made a dish, let alone know. He held the pen like a fool and had to remember the proportions of those ingredients clearly, so that he could make progress now.

The time Gu Sheng remembered most was when he fry a dish fifteen times in an hour, but he was still not satisfied with the taste.

But these are actually happy for Gu Sheng, after all, this is the life he dreams of.

However, all the peace and beauty now are broken cruelly after all.

At night, the door of Gu Yao's room was knocked, and Gu Sheng's voice rang outside the door.

"Yaoyao? Are you asleep?"

"...Not yet, what's the matter?" Gu Yao, who was lying on the bed hunched into a ball, replied weakly.

"I'll cook you something to drink. Get up and open the door."

Gu Yao wanted to say no, but she changed her mind: "I didn't lock the door. Come in directly."

The next moment, Gu Sheng opened the door and walked in, holding a bowl of something steaming in his hand.

Gu Sheng came to the bed, put the bowl in his hand on the bedside table, and then reached out to pinch the corner of the quilt for Gu Yao, and then sat down by the bed.

"Will it be uncomfortable? Do you want me to buy you some painkillers." He said, reaching out the strands of hair that was blocking Gu Yao's face.

"You, how do you know..." Gu Yao couldn't help blushing, hiding her face under the quilt.

"I'm not a little boy who doesn't understand anything." Gu Sheng replied.

Seeing Gu Yao shy, a little funny.

But when he saw Gu Yao's little pale face, Gu Sheng felt full of guilt.

Yaoyao was in good health before, even when her period came, she was able to jump around. It was only because of that child... two years ago that her body was bad. Sometimes her period was not on time, delayed or a week in advance.

But for the past two years, he could see when she came every month, but he never handed this bowl of **** brown sugar water to her personally, let alone a word of concern.

"No, I'm fine."

"Then I'll pour you a cup of hot water. The brown sugar water is sweeter, so I drank it later." Gu Sheng said, got up and went out to pour water.

Red candy soap?

Gu Yao got up and looked at the bowl of brown sugar water with Chinese wolfberry and red dates floating on the bedside, feeling warm.

Thinking of the brown sugar water that the servants boiled for her every time she came to her period in the past two years...

It's very similar, everything is the same.

One, two, three... all eight red dates.

Gu Sheng quickly poured water back.

Gu Yao took the water and asked directly, "Second brother, did you cook all the brown sugar water I drank every month for the past two years?"

The tone is almost certain.

"Yeah." Gu Sheng also directly admitted.

He did cook it all, and he had been in the kitchen before he learned to cook.

"Then why don't you tell me..."

Seeing Gu Sheng said yes, Gu Yao's nose was a little sore.