259, it's not like I made it especially for you

Gu Xinzhou made Ginger Milk Pudding in the kitchen.

When she reached the doorway, she saw Song Zhen had already taken a quilt out of the wardrobe, laid it beside her bed, and obediently crawled inside to lie down.

Satisfaction flickered through Gu Xinzhou's eyes, and her tone softened, "Drink this."

Song Zhen jumped up excitedly, looking at the two bowls in her hands, "What is this? Did you make it for me?"

"Ginger Milk Pudding, a dessert," Gu Xinzhou said gently. "I was by the window catching a cold breeze just now, afraid I might catch a cold and pass it to McDull, so I made this to dispel the chill."

She placed the tray on the table and, with a hint of pride, picked up a bowl and started to taste it as she sat on the bed.

The implication was that it was not made especially for him.

She had made it for herself and had incidentally made some for him as well.