Her brows furrowed as she couldn't help but inquire, "What happened to your hand?"
Caught off guard by her question, Qin Si paused and glanced at his own fingers.
To him, such a minor injury was actually trivial and he wouldn't normally take it to heart, so he simply and lightly said, "It's nothing."
Gu Qiangwei didn't probe further and continued to eat the preserved egg and lean meat porridge he was feeding her by hand.
Perhaps because it was his first time cooking, Qin Si pursed his thin lips, his gaze falling on her fluttering, curled eyelashes, "Does it... taste okay?"
Gu Qiangwei looked up, giving him a puzzled glance.
When eating at home, he had never asked her about her preferences, so she was somewhat surprised.
However, she didn't overthink it and casually remarked, "It's fine."
