Zhenzhu, watching the two from the side, curiously asked, "What are you two whispering about?"
He Jiarui held up a crayfish with a grin and said, "Brother Chen picked out the crayfish, and they just look so delicious. Thanks, Brother Chen!"
Gu Chen gave He Jiarui a sidelong glance. This girl—did she think he couldn't catch her tone? Sulking but cutting remarks. Normally, it was all "Gu Chen this, Gu Chen that," but now she's calling him "Brother Chen" to mess with him. Did she think he was an idiot?
"Then hurry and eat. Stuff your mouth shut," Gu Chen retorted without hesitation.
At that moment, the doorbell rang again. Xia Zhi said, "This time, it must be the hotpot!" She jogged to open the door.
"Happy New Year, Madam He. This delivery is sent on behalf of our boss," said the tall, handsome delivery guy. Dressed in a suit and white gloves, he respectfully pushed a small open-top cart to the door.
"Madam He, should it be delivered directly to the kitchen?" he asked.