Chapter 21: Growing More Fond of Teasing Him

Xia Yangyang said, "Why don't you Gu family members know how to appreciate kindness?" Looking at Gu Zhaohan, she inexplicably thought of Gu Qichen, a surge of anger rising from her resentment. Unable to vent it on Gu Qichen, she naturally took it out on Gu Zhaohan. He was her grandnephew, and his face was seventy percent like his uncle's.

Gu Zhaohan noticed Xia Yangyang's displeasure. His eyes subtly shifted. "Did you quarrel with my uncle?"

Xia Yangyang placed the food boxes on the table and slowly opened them. "No."

"Then why are you upset?"

"Probably because the food I cooked isn't tasty."

Gu Zhaohan was silent for a moment before saying, "The breakfast you made is very tasty."

Xia Yangyang was startled, turning her head to meet his gaze. Gu Zhaohan's ears flushed, and he looked away. Xia Yangyang chuckled. He was embarrassed by his compliment. This usually icy, whimsical grandnephew could be quite adorable.

Feeling better, she carried a bowl of porridge towards him, teasingly asking, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly. Say it again."

Gu Zhaohan, seemingly annoyed, replied, "I didn't say anything."

Xia Yangyang laughed. "You said the breakfast was tasty. You praised me, then denied it three seconds later! What's there to be embarrassed about? If you praise me, I'll be happy, and I'll make more tasty food."

Gu Zhaohan fell silent. Xia Yangyang offered him the porridge. "Eat. It's shredded chicken porridge. I simmered the broth last night."

Gu Zhaohan turned to take it, but winced in pain as he moved his chest, due to a tight bandage.

Clutching his chest, he grunted.

Xia Yangyang was concerned. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Gu Zhaohan shook his head. "I'm fine."

Xia Yangyang watched him frown as he picked up the bowl. His movements were mechanical and restrained. She immediately took back the bowl. "Don't move. Let me feed you."

Although Gu Zhaohan looked reluctant, he didn't object. Xia Yangyang moved a chair to the bedside and sat down, Gu Zhaohan sitting on the bed. She scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth. His gaze fell on her face, seemingly lost in thought.

"What are you dazed about? Open your mouth," she urged.

Gu Zhaohan came to his senses, obediently opening his mouth for a sip.

Xia Yangyang asked expectantly, "How does it taste?"

Gu Zhaohan nodded silently, softly saying, "Tasty."

Xia Yangyang's mood improved greatly. "You're the cutest."

Gu Zhaohan blushed. "What's cute about me?"

Xia Yangyang playfully teased, "You're very cute like this, obedient and cute."

"I'm not Oscar."

"You're cuter than Oscar."

Xia Yangyang increasingly enjoyed teasing Gu Zhaohan. Seeing his usually icy face flustered was entertaining. Meanwhile, a tall figure had been standing by the door for some time