Chapter 1508
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Fu Yiran was immersed in his battle with the dumpling wrappers that he could not squeeze together. He ignored Tong Qiao's words.
Lu Anran frowned unhappily. "What are you learning from him? Cooking? That's what women do. What's so great about a man like him knowing how to cook? Do you think my dad knows how to cook? "
Tong Qiao was unhappy. This child was using Lu Jinshen against her. She glanced at Lu Jinshen unhappily. Her meaning was obvious: Why don't you know how to cook?
Lu Jinshen looked innocent and gave his wife a doting smile.
Tong Qiao turned to educate her daughter. "You know that cooking is a woman's job? You can't be a man, right? Do you know how to cook? "
"I don't know. You don't know either, right?" Lu Anran replied matter-of-factly.
Tong Qiao's blood rushed to her head. "Go to the kitchen and help your brother. Learn from him."
"Why do I have to be his assistant? I'm not going. "Lu Anran felt uncomfortable when she thought of Xu Fengyu putting on airs and pinching her face.
"Are you going or not?"
"I'm not going!"
Tong Qiao turned to Lu Jinshen and shouted, "Lu Jinshen, control her."
Lu Jinshen reached out to comfort his wife, but he realized that his hand was covered in flour. He rubbed her face with the back of his hand instead. "Why are you angry with your child?" Then he looked at Lu Anran. The gentleness in his eyes faded and was replaced by a serious expression. His voice was authoritative. "Why aren't you going?"
Lu Anran threw down the dumpling wrappers in her hand and got up reluctantly. As she walked to the kitchen, she muttered, "You only know how to use my dad to bully others. My dad is the same. How can he be so afraid of his wife?"
Xu Fengyu turned around and saw Lu Anran walking in while muttering. He asked, "What are you doing here?"
Lu Anran said angrily, "Do you think I want to come? Why are you showing off your cooking skills? Is it a big deal that a man can cook? You want me to learn? What's there to learn? Tell me, what do you want me to do? "
Xu Fengyu roughly guessed what was going on from Lu Anran's words. He did not want to show off his cooking skills. He just felt uncomfortable sitting with Lu Jinshen. of course, he would not explain it to Lu Anran... "I can handle it myself. I don't need your help....."
.......... "....... Lu Anran was happy to be idle. She stood aside and watched Xu Fengyu wash vegetables. Naturally, she would not go out and let Xu Fengyu scold her.
He was very serious in his work. He washed the celery carefully one by one and cut them into well-proportioned diamonds on the chopping board after washing them.
The vegetables were cut beautifully. His fingers were slender, fair, and as delicate as a woman's hand. However, his joints were bigger, clearer, and more powerful than a woman's hand.
Lu Anran watched from the side. She could not help but ask, "Did anyone tell you that your hands are beautiful?"
Xu Fengyu's hand slanted to the side and almost cut his finger. He turned his head and saw Lu Anran looking at his hand with shining eyes. He leaned his body to block her line of sight. He gently exhaled, adjusted his chaotic breathing, and continued cutting.
Lu Anran couldn't see that pair of beautiful hands, so he pressed his body against the counter and tilted his head to look. "Your hand, can you let me touch it?"
Slash!
The knife scraped his finger, bringing out a string of blood.
"Ah! You cut your hand?"
Lu Anran exclaimed. Only then did Xu Fengyu come back to his senses. When he saw the dark red blood on his fingers, a large sea of blood immediately appeared in his mind. The blood burst out from the man's forehead, flowed out from the woman's chest, and rushed into his eyes.
Xu Fengyu felt dizzy. His body swayed, and he could not stand steadily.
Lu Anran quickly supported him. "Are you okay?"
"I … have a phobia of blood …" Xu Fengyu did not dare to look at his finger. He leaned on Lu Anran and breathed heavily.
"What? Phobia of blood? You're a big man. You … "The man was tall, and his weight was on Lu Anran. She could not support him. She turned to the kitchen door and was about to call for help …
"Don't shout." Xu Fengyu's gaze fell on the chair in the corner of the kitchen. "Help me … over there."
"But I can't help you. Let my dad in …"
"No." Xu Fengyu refused firmly. He let go of Lu Anran and supported himself on the countertop.
The blood on his finger was especially conspicuous on the white countertop. However, he did not look at his hand.
Lu Anran walked over to support Xu Fengyu's arm. "I really don't know what you're trying to do."
He did not want Tong Qiao and Lu Jinshen to worry. He did not want them to know that the incident when he was young had left an indelible mark on him.
Xu Fengyu turned to look at Lu Anran. She was obviously disgusted, but she still put his arm on her shoulder and helped him to the chair. Like Tong Qiao, she was a woman with a tough mouth but a soft heart. She could not help but smile. "You don't have to care about me."
"Do you think I want to? My mother is biased. She will definitely blame me for not taking good care of you. "
The two of them were close to each other. Xu Fengyu could see Lu Anran's eyelashes fluttering as she said these words. What an excuse.
Was Tong Qiao so unreasonable?
Lu Anran helped Xu Fengyu sit down on the chair. She looked at the blood on the countertop and the floor and frowned. Finally, her gaze fell on his finger that was still dripping blood. "Your finger is still bleeding. Why don't you tell my parents what to do?"
"Go upstairs and get the disinfectant and gauze."
"Okay." Lu Anran walked to the door.
"Wait a minute."
Lu Anran turned around. "What else do you want?"
"Clean up the blood here first. I feel dizzy just looking at it." Xu Fengyu did not dare to look at it. However, from the corner of his eye, he could see a large amount of blood flowing towards him. He knew it was not, but he could not control the feeling.
"So troublesome." As Lu Anran said this, she turned back and took a tissue to clean up the blood bit by bit. Finally, she came to Xu Fengyu's side. His injured hand was hanging by his side, and there was a small pool of blood on the floor under his finger.
Lu Anran used three pieces of tissue to clean up the blood. In the end, she took two pieces of tissue and handed them to Xu Fengyu. "Put pressure on the wound first to stop the bleeding."
"I feel dizzy when I see blood." Xu Fengyu did not take it. He leaned back on the chair and kept looking at the ceiling.
"…" Lu Anran really suspected that Xu Fengyu was faking it. Shouldn't he have fainted when he was dizzy when he saw blood? Why didn't he faint? However, his pale face and the way he looked like he was about to collapse did not seem to be faking it.
Lu Anran pulled Xu Fengyu's hand. She wanted to roughly wrap the tissue around his wound, but when she saw the well-defined and well-proportioned hand, her eyes immediately began to sparkle. She could not help but touch it gently. "It's so beautiful. It's like a piece of art."
The soft touch penetrated deep into the texture of his skin. Xu Fengyu retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted. Then, he pulled the tissue away from Lu Anran's hand and wrapped the tissue around his injured finger.
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