Lu Anran pursed her lips. "What's wrong with touching it? Can I lose a piece of meat? "
Xu Fengyu ignored Lu Anran and only said, "Don't let them find out when you're taking things."
"If you don't let me touch it, I won't give you the medicine."
"If you don't give me the medicine, I'll tell Tong Qiao about what happened on the highway."
"…" Lu Anran got up angrily. "Wait." She left the kitchen after saying that.
Tong Qiao saw Lu Anran coming out of the kitchen and asked, "Is it done?"
"No." Lu Anran walked upstairs.
"Then why did you come out?"
"… To take my phone, not mine, but Xu Fengyu's."
"Anran, how many times have I told you to call me Brother?"
"Got it." Lu Anran's voice disappeared at the top of the stairs. She quickly came down and rushed into the kitchen. Then, she squatted in front of Xu Fengyu with a solicitous expression and looked at his hand eagerly. "Give me your hand. I'll treat your wound."
Xu Fengyu felt that Lu Anran's gaze on his hand was too intense. He hid his hand behind his back. "No need. I can handle it myself."
Lu Anran looked up and blinked her watery eyes at Xu Fengyu. "Don't you have phobia about blood?"
"I can handle such a small wound without looking at it."
Lu Anran was unhappy. "Xu Fengyu, you won't let me touch it, but I can't even take a look? You're too petty. Do you think I'll eat your hand? How are you going to cook if you don't clean it up later? Do you want us to drink your blood? "
"…"
"Don't worry, I just have a little hand fetish. I won't do anything to your hand."
In the end, Xu Fengyu still handed his hand to Lu Anran. He didn't dare to look at his injured hand, so his gaze fell on Lu Anran's face. She handled his wound very seriously, and her movements were also very gentle. From time to time, she would gently blow at his finger and ask if it hurt.
He knew that her seriousness and cautiousness were all because she liked his hands and had nothing to do with him, but he still couldn't suppress the surge of warmth in his heart and the abnormal heartbeat.
"Alright."
Xu Fengyu retracted his gaze from Lu Anran's face and lowered his eyes. His fingers were already bandaged. "You're welcome."
Lu Anran was squatting on the ground to treat Xu Fengyu's wounds. Her legs were a little numb, and she was slowly getting up with her hands on her knees. When she heard Xu Fengyu say that there was no need to thank her, she almost squatted back down. "No need to thank me? To me? "
"Yes." Xu Fengyu got up and walked towards the counter.
Lu Anran carried her numb legs over. "I'm the one who helped you treat your wounds. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
"Don't you like my hands?"
Lu Anran nodded in confusion. "What does this have to do with you thanking me?"
Xu Fengyu carefully cut the vegetables as he said, "Of course it has to do with me. You like my hands, and I let you see them for free. I even let you touch them for so long. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
"…" Could it be considered that way?
"Were you unhappy that I didn't let you treat my wounds just now?"
"A little."
"Then I treated them for you and made you happy. Shouldn't you be thanking me?"
"…" That seemed to make sense?
"Seeing that you handled it very seriously, I told you that there's no need to thank me. Don't touch my hands in the future." Xu Fengyu tightened his grip on the celery. Her residual warmth seemed to still be on his hand, and that soft touch felt as if it wasn't on his hand, but on his heart.
"Tsk!" Lu Anran's face was full of disdain, but her gaze kept drifting to Xu Fengyu's hand. "Take it easy. Don't cut your hand again."
"Don't worry. I won't give you the chance to touch my hand again."
"…" This man … Why did she feel like punching him every minute?
After cooking, Xu Fengyu removed the gauze on his hand, leaving only a band-aid. At the dining table, Tong Qiao noticed it immediately and asked him what happened to his hand.
Xu Fengyu said calmly, "I accidentally cut myself when I was playing the guitar."
Lu Anran was speechless. How shameless.
"Seriously. Why did you go to the kitchen when you're injured? Is it serious? "
"It's not serious. It's just a shallow cut."
"Then you have to be more careful in the future."
"Okay."
Lu Anran kept shooting looks of disdain at Xu Fengyu, but Xu Fengyu ignored them. The two of them sat together. He picked up a piece of tenderloin for her, tilted his head slightly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't just look at me. Eat."
"…" Who's looking at you? How shameless. Lu Anran picked up the tenderloin from the bowl and stuffed it into her mouth. Her eyes widened. The texture was really good. It was tender and fresh, and it wasn't fishy at all. It was really delicious. "Grandma Lin, your culinary skills are getting better and better. Xu Fengyu …"
"An 'an." Tong Qiao shouted in warning.
Lu Anran reacted and changed her words. "Brother, which plate did you take it from just now?"
Xu Fengyu pointed with his chin at the celery stir-fried tenderloin on the right of the dining table. "That one."
"Oh." Lu Anran reached out with her chopsticks, but when she saw the diamond-shaped celery on the plate, she paused. Wasn't this cut by Xu Fengyu? Could it be that he cooked this dish?
At that time, Lu Anran went out after watching Xu Fengyu wash and cut the vegetables, so she didn't know which dishes he cooked.
Lu Anran was about to ask Xu Fengyu if this dish was cooked by him when Lin Lanran's smiling voice sounded in the dining room. "I didn't cook this dish. Ziqian cooked it."
Then, Lin Lanran even listed out the dishes that Xu Fengyu cooked.
Lu Anran's expression was a little stiff. "Actually, it's not that good. It's far from Grandma Lin's." Although she said that, her chopsticks kept poking at the celery tenderloin on the plate.
After she poked at the plate for the nth time, Xu Fengyu directly brought the dish in front of Lu Anran.
Lu Anran was embarrassed for two seconds. "Actually, the taste is average. I just want a change of taste."
Xu Fengyu acted as if he didn't hear Lu Anran's words and continued eating.
His attitude of disregard made Lu Anran feel that he was mocking her, so she stopped eating the dish in a fit of pique.
In front of delicious food, it took a lot of willpower to resist eating it.
Then, Lu Anran compromised in her heart. She had to fight for her dignity. At most, she wouldn't eat it now and secretly hide in the kitchen to eat it later.
Yet, Fu Yiran, that insensible fellow, kept poking at this plate.
Seeing the food she liked to eat diminish bit by bit, Lu Anran's heart bled. She started throwing knives at Fu Yiran continuously.
"Sister, why are you looking at me instead of eating?" Fu Yiran looked confused.
Lu Anran put on a fake smile. "My little brother is handsome. Can't I take a look?"
Fu Yiran picked up another piece of tenderloin and stuffed it into his mouth. Then, he touched his face with the hand holding the chopsticks. "Am I handsome?"
Lu Anran gritted her teeth. "Handsome!"
"Now that you mention it, my appetite is even better." Fu Yiran looked at Xu Fengyu as he spoke. "Brother, your culinary skills are really not for show. I like all the dishes you cooked."
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