Chapter 130: Does Gu Zhiyu Have Any Flaws?

An Nan glanced at the bowl in her hand. Inside was a steaming serving of spaghetti with tomato meat sauce.

""You made this?"" she asked.

Gu Zhiyu nodded. ""Mm.""

Yesterday, when she was at his place, An Nan had noticed he had a fridge and a generator among his supplies, so it wasn’t too surprising he could whip up a meal like this. Still, she hadn’t expected that a big-shot CEO like him would actually know how to make pasta.

And it looked pretty good, too.

But she still didn’t plan on eating food from someone else, so she politely said, ""Thank you, but you keep it for yourself. I still have—""

Before she could finish, Gu Zhiyu turned and headed downstairs.

""I accidentally made too much. Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned,"" he called back.

Seeing that he’d already left, An Nan had no choice but to carry the two bowls back inside.

She set them on the table, then went back to close and lock the door.

When she turned around, she saw Fugui had already jumped onto her chair and was wolfing down one of the bowls of pasta.

An Nan was startled and rushed over to pull him away. ""Silly dog! Who said you could eat that?!""

By the time she managed to get the dog off the chair, half the noodles in the bowl were already gone.

An Nan anxiously watched him for any signs of trouble. Although she and Gu Zhiyu had no bad blood between them, this was the first time her dog had eaten food from someone else.

After a while, seeing that Fugui was still bouncing around energetically, even staring longingly at the remaining pasta and whining for more, An Nan finally relaxed.

She sat back at the table, intending to eat her own noodles, only to find that after all the fuss, her noodles had soaked up too much broth and turned into a soggy, mushy mess that broke apart at the slightest touch.

She sighed, her gaze drifting to the untouched bowl of tomato meat sauce pasta.

Honestly, it looked really appetizing, and the smell was mouthwatering.

She glanced again at her lively dog, and couldn’t help but pick up a strand of pasta and pop it into her mouth.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

Gu Zhiyu made this??

It was better than anything she’d ever eaten at a Western restaurant!

The tomato flavor was rich, and every strand of noodle was coated in thick, savory meat sauce.

She couldn’t resist taking another bite.

Not only could this big boss cook, but his skills were actually amazing!

An Nan prided herself on being a foodie—she’d eaten at all sorts of restaurants and her own cooking wasn’t bad either—but she had to admit, Gu Zhiyu’s cooking was on another level.

His devilishly handsome face flashed through her mind.

Did this guy even have any flaws?

Good-looking, highly capable, not arrogant, and an excellent cook.

Even when her dog pestered him again and again, he never lost his temper—so he was patient, too...

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice that she’d polished off the entire bowl.

""Huh? Did I really eat it all?""

She’d only meant to try a bite!

Fugui was furious, bouncing up and down on the floor.

Nan-jie wouldn’t let him eat, but she’d finished it all herself!

""Woof woof woof woof woof!""

Seeing her dog’s indignant expression, An Nan coughed awkwardly and made up an excuse, ""I was just testing it for poison. See? It’s fine, you can have some.""

She set the half-eaten bowl on the floor for him.

Only then did Fugui calm down, burying his head in the bowl and finishing it in no time.

As An Nan cleaned up the dishes, she grumbled to herself—Gu Zhiyu’s food was so delicious, but he couldn’t even get the portions right? There was so much left over.

If it weren’t for her and Fugui, would it all have gone to waste?

She washed the two small bowls and brought them downstairs to return them.

Gu Zhiyu had just finished eating as well. When he saw An Nan returning with two empty bowls, a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes and his tone lightened.

""How did it taste?""

An Nan praised him sincerely, ""It was really good.""

She then pointed out which bowl the dog had used, so he wouldn’t accidentally use it himself.

After that, she handed him two packs of self-heating hotpot.

Gu Zhiyu raised an eyebrow. ""What’s this?""

An Nan replied, ""To pay you back for the meal.""

Gu Zhiyu refused. ""I’m not a chef.""

An Nan hurried to explain, ""That’s not what I meant...""

She just felt that, in the apocalypse, every bit of food was more precious than gold—she couldn’t just eat someone else’s food for free.

Gu Zhiyu looked at her. ""If you want to thank me, just bring me a portion next time you cook.""

""Huh?"" An Nan was taken aback.

Seeing her hesitation, Gu Zhiyu thought maybe her cooking wasn’t very good, so he added, ""It’s fine, I’m not picky.""

An Nan thought, this big boss probably got tired of cooking for himself every day and just wanted a home-cooked meal for a change.

It was just an extra pair of chopsticks—no big deal.

So she nodded in agreement.

After returning the bowls, An Nan took some time to digest, then climbed into bed to sleep.

But since she was in a new and unfamiliar place, she tossed and turned for a long while without falling asleep.

Just as she was finally drifting off, a shrill horn blared outside.

""All inner district residents, gather at the circular plaza!""

""All inner district residents, gather at the circular plaza!""

An Nan: ...

Annoyed, she threw back the curtains and looked downstairs.

She saw a tattooed guy riding a bicycle back and forth, a loudspeaker in his basket playing the message on repeat.

With no cell phone chat groups anymore, notifications had gone back to basics—shouted through a loudspeaker.

No need for anyone to reply ""received"" either—just do as you’re told.

An Nan slowly got out of bed, changed her clothes, put a leash and thermal vest on her dog, and headed downstairs.

This wasn’t like home—there was no armored door, so she didn’t feel safe leaving Fugui alone in the room.

Besides, you never knew when she might get a chance to take out Zhu Dazhuang and make a run for it.

So she only left some unimportant things in the room.

When she got downstairs, she found Gu Zhiyu already dressed and ready.

But he was just standing at the door, not heading out yet.

Fugui bounded over to greet him, and Gu Zhiyu obligingly patted his head before looking at An Nan.

""Let’s go together.""

An Nan was a bit surprised—was he waiting for her on purpose?

She didn’t think much of it and nodded. ""Let’s go.""

The circular plaza wasn’t far from their villa; they arrived after a short walk.

By then, quite a few people had already gathered in the plaza, standing in small groups and whispering to each other.

Both An Nan and Gu Zhiyu were tall and strikingly good-looking, and with a dog in tow, they immediately drew a lot of attention.

The men mostly stared at An Nan, while the women snuck glances at Gu Zhiyu. Some people eyed the burly Fugui with greedy looks.

The two of them found a corner to stand in, exuding an unmistakable ""keep away"" aura. Fugui glared warily at the crowd, on high alert.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, baking the ground below.

As the temperature rose, people’s tempers began to fray.

""What’s going on? Why hasn’t anyone come out to talk to us yet?""

""Yeah, what are we even here for?""

""I just fell asleep and got woken up! If this isn’t important, I’m going back to bed!""

Just then, a jeep slowly drove up."