The running water from the faucet washed away the red juice on the fingers, revealing a clear wound. The blood on the wound was washed away by the water, but new blood soon seeped out.
"The medicine box is here!"
A servant hurried over carrying a medicine box.
"You're so careless when cutting fruit." The cold voice scolded, but when the medicine box was delivered, he quickly took out the hemostatic medicine and cotton from it and treated her wound.
Han Qiqing stared blankly, with a look of grievance on her face.
The cook on the side explained worriedly, "Master, don't blame the lady. The lady wanted to cut the fruit for you to eat. It's all my fault. The lady shouldn't have done it. It's my fault."
Some servants also apologized and said, "Master, it's my fault for not looking after the lady. You should blame me."
Frightened by the young master's expression, the servants of the Han family were afraid that he would blame Han Qiqing.
Han Qiqing shook her head and said, "Brother, it's not their fault. I just lost focus, so I cut my hand."
"What are you thinking about?" My brother's tone was a little less cold.
Han Qiqing pursed her lips and hesitated before saying, "I... I originally wanted to cook a dish for you. I was wondering whether you would like sweet and sour pork ribs or boiled fish..."
It turned out to be such a flash.
The elder brother looked at her, his eyes softened a little, "It's okay, but don't do anything today, let's eat."
"Oh." Han Qiqing nodded obediently.
She thought to herself, since her brother said it was okay, how about she cook both dishes for him to try next time
He took her to sit on the sofa in the living room.
Han Qiqing made a gesture, telling the servant to stay away.
My brother asked, "Do you have something to tell me?"
Han Qiqing nodded, looked at no one around her, then came to him and whispered, "Brother, um... soup today, because Xiaoxiao has been in poor health for the past two days, and she didn't want the Yin family to worry about her, so she didn't go with anyone. He said, so I thought of making some chicken soup for her to replenish her body, hoping she would recover quickly."
"Yeah." My brother nodded. Han Qiqing carefully looked at her brother's expression to determine his current mood.
"Then, um... Brother, do you want to try the soup I made? If you think it tastes good, I will make it for you next time. I will make it specially for you."
Added another sentence later.
"Yeah." My brother responded quietly.
Han Qiqing thought that her brother was willing to drink her soup, so his mood must have improved, right
She waved to the servant not far away and said, "Grab a bowl of soup over here."
But my brother said, "No need."
Han Qiqing thought he was rejecting again, and her face fell. "Brother, don't you really want to try the soup I made? It's really delicious. I promise it's delicious."
"I didn't say I wouldn't drink." My brother said to the servant, "Let's start dinner."
He took Han Qiqing, who was in a daze, to the restaurant, pulled out a chair and let her sit down.
He sat next to her.
The servant quickly brought all the dishes to the table.
Han Qiqing smiled when she saw her soup. She stood up and wanted to serve it to her brother herself, but he held her hand down.
"Sit tight and the servant will be fine."
"Oh." Han Qiqing responded and sat down obediently.
During the meal, it was clear that she cut the fingers of her left hand and the one holding the chopsticks was her right hand, but her brother still picked up the food for her again and again, as if it was inconvenient for her to hurt her hand.
Han Qiqing smiled very happily.
Moreover, my brother also drank two bowls of the soup she cooked!
(End of chapter)