Take her fingertip in his mouth
People with a cold body needed to drink more soup and eat more warm food. In addition, the weather had been getting colder recently, so Qiao Qiao decided to stay at home and cook soup.
She first went to the library to buy a cookery book, then chose the soup she wanted to make, and then went to the market.
By the time all the preparations were done, it was almost 11 o 'clock in the morning. Fortunately, He Shaochen usually came back at night and had lunch outside. Otherwise, the two of them would have had nothing to eat at noon.
Qiao Qiao only had two pieces of toast for lunch. She was busy preparing the dishes. She felt that she had never been so busy before, even when she was working on a research report.
She put the cookbook in front of her and followed the steps written in it.
It was best to use a casserole pot to make soup because it was evenly heated. This kind of soup that required a long time to make would not burn easily if it was made in a casserole pot. It could also ensure the freshness and nutrition of the soup.
From cutting vegetables to stewing meat, she followed the instructions in the book step by step. By the time everything was done, the sky had already darkened.
When it was almost time, she called He Shaochen and told him not to eat out at night. At that time, the other party was puzzled and doubted Qiao Qiao's cooking skills.
At that time, Qiao Qiao was using a spoon to taste the saltiness of the soup. When she heard He Shaochen's questioning voice, she wanted to stuff the spoon into his mouth. How could there be such an unhumorous person?
"In short, it won't kill you!" Qiao Qiao gritted her teeth and said.
A suppressed chuckle came from the other end of the phone. "Joe Qiao, are you trying to murder your husband?"
"Who's my husband? It's fine if you don't want to drink it! " Qiao Qiao gritted her teeth. She was kind enough to boil soup for him, but she ended up being ridiculed. She was going to teach him a lesson when she came back!
"We've already slept on the same bed, and you still dare to deny it? Heh, got it. I'll come back after I'm done with the documents. "
Hearing the affirmative answer, Qiao Qiao's expression eased a little. "Hmph, I'll wait for you."
Then, she proudly hung up the phone with a charming smile on her face.
After finishing the soup, there was still some time before He Shaochen came back. Qiao Qiao had nothing to do, so she began to clean up the messy kitchen.
When she was washing the kitchen knives, a lot of steam suddenly came out of the casserole. Qiao Qiao was shocked and hurried to remove the lid, but she didn't notice that the lid had become hot after being heated by the steam for a long time.
She touched the lid with her hand, but the high temperature made her let go.
"So hot!"
Just now, in a moment of panic, he didn't notice that the kitchen knife was in his hand. Now that he let go of his hand, the blade slid down his finger, and blood immediately came out.
The lid of the casserole pot fell to the ground and broke into two halves. The blood-stained kitchen knife fell on the kitchen counter.
Qiao Qiao was just lucky. If she really fell to the ground and chopped her foot, it would not be a joke.
However, the wound on her hand was enough to make her tear up from the pain.
She was born with few platelets, so the wound was difficult to heal, and the pain would be doubled. She took a cold breath, replaced the broken casserole lid with another lid, and then went to treat the wound.
It took her a long time to clean up the bloodstains and disinfect with alcohol. It took her more than half an hour to finish. Several rounds of gauze were wrapped around her finger, and there was still blood oozing out.
Qiao Qiao couldn't help but reflect. It seemed that she was really not suitable for cooking.
After treating the wound, she continued to clean up the remaining garbage in the kitchen. But one of her hands was injured, so her movements were greatly hindered, and she began to feel depressed.
It was originally a good thing, but she messed it up. No one could be as stupid as her.
After everything was done, Qiao Qiao sat on the sofa to rest. She looked at the time on her phone. It was almost 8: 30 in the evening.
She put her phone aside and looked down at her injured hand. She found that the gauze was dyed red again. She felt a bone-deep pain when she moved her hand slightly.
In this situation, she should change the gauze again, but Qiao Qiao was too lazy to move. Anyway, she wouldn't die from bleeding so little …
"Why isn't he back yet?"
Qiao Qiao leaned on the sofa and took out her phone again. She looked at the time and muttered to herself.
Perhaps it was because she was tired from the day, but as soon as she leaned on the sofa, her eyelids became heavier and heavier. Qiao Qiao struggled for a while, but in the end, she still fell asleep.
In the end, Qiao Qiao was awakened by a soft voice.
She shuddered and reflexively sat up straight. When she came back to her senses, she found that He Shaochen had returned. However, he was not the only one who came back. An Ziyan came back with him.
When she looked at him, the other party was looking at her with a puzzled expression.
Qiao Qiao frowned. Why was this person here?
"What happened to your hand?" He Shaochen noticed that Qiao Qiao's hand, which was wrapped in gauze, was now mostly dyed red with blood.
Qiao Qiao rubbed her sleepy eyes and stood up. She awkwardly put her hand behind her back and said awkwardly, "I accidentally cut it."
"Just a cut?" He Shaochen's voice deepened.
He insisted on pulling Qiao Qiao's hand that was hidden behind her back. He looked at the blood-stained gauze and said in a low voice, "The wound is very big, right? The bleeding won't stop, right?"
"It's not that big …"
Qiao Qiao wanted to pull her hand back, but He Shaochen wouldn't let her.
An Ziyan's gaze moved from Qiao Qiao's hand to her face. He said in a half-joking tone, "Qiao Qiao, you have the word 'Qiao' in your name. Why can't you be clever with your hands?"
Qiao Qiao's face darkened. She glared at him with dissatisfaction, "Who said that I have to be clever with my hands just because I have the word 'Qiao' in my name?"
"Heh, pretend I didn't say anything."
An Ziyan's face was a little pale. He turned his head away and didn't look at her anymore.
"The wound isn't that deep. Why can't you stop the bleeding? Did you spray the hemostatic spray? "He Shaochen carefully unwrapped the gauze and looked at her wound.
"No, the spray won't work on this wound. I'll just wait for it to stop bleeding." Qiao Qiao wanted to withdraw her hand again.
He Shaochen held her wrist tightly.
Qiao Qiao looked at him in confusion. She didn't know what he wanted to do. An Ziyan looked at her with a half-smile. His somewhat deliberate gaze made Qiao Qiao feel a little uncomfortable.
In the next moment, He Shaochen held Qiao Qiao's hand and sucked her injured finger into his mouth. Qiao Qiao's fingertips were warm to the touch. Qiao Qiao Qiao's body suddenly stiffened.
"He Shaochen …"
Qiao Qiao was very surprised. She tried to pull her hand back. What was he doing? There was an outsider in the house!
An Ziyan didn't expect He Shaochen to do this. He was a little shocked. He didn't know if it was because of the cold weather, but his face was a little pale.
Qiao Qiao struggled slightly, but He Shaochen didn't allow her to move. He didn't let go of Qiao Qiao's hand until all the blood on the wound was sucked out.
The wound didn't bleed, but Qiao Qiao's face was so red that it was about to drip blood.
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