Fu Yiran buried his head in fighting with the dumpling wrappers that couldn't be squeezed together in his hands, and ignored Tong Qiao's words.
Lu Anran frowned displeased, "What should I learn from him? Cooking? That's what women do. What's so great about a grown man like him who can cook? Do you think my dad can cook?"
Tong Qiao was unhappy, and the child even used Lu Jinshen to block her. She glanced at Lu Jinshen displeased, and the meaning was obvious: Why can't you cook
Lu Jinshen looked innocent and gave his wife a doting smile.
Tong Qiao turned around and began to educate her daughter, "You also know that cooking is a woman's job. You are not a man, right? Can you do it?"
"I don't know how, and you don't know how either?" Lu Anran replied as a matter of course.
Tong Qiao's blood rushed straight to her forehead, and she responded, "Go to the kitchen and help your brother, and learn from it."
"Why should I attack him? I won't go." Lu Anran felt uncomfortable thinking about Xu Fengyu's pretense of manipulating her face.
"going or not?"
"Don't go!"
Tong Qiao turned to Lu Jinshen and shouted, "Lu Jinshen, take care of her."
Lu Jinshen stretched out his hand to comfort his wife, but when he reached into the air, he found that his hands were full of flour. He rubbed her face with the back of his hand instead, "Why are you angry with the child?" Then he looked at Lu Anran, the tenderness in his eyes faded away. , put on a serious face and said with a majestic voice, "Why don't you go quickly?"
Lu Anran dropped the dumpling wrapper in his hand, stood up reluctantly, and muttered as he walked to the kitchen: "I know how to bully others with my dad, and so does my dad. How can he be so afraid of his wife?"
Xu Fengyu turned around and saw Lu Anran walking in muttering, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Lu Anran said angrily: "You think I'm willing to come? Why don't you show off your cooking skills? Is it great for a man to cook? Let me learn. What's there to learn? Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Xu Fengyu guessed from Lu Anran's words. He didn't want to show off his cooking skills. He just felt uncomfortable sitting with Lu Jinshen. Of course, he would not explain to Lu Anran, "I can handle it myself. I don't need your help." .”
"This is what you said, don't blame me for not helping." Lu Anran was happy and free, standing aside to watch Xu Fengyu wash vegetables. Naturally, she would not go out and let Tong Qiao scold her.
He was very serious about his work. He washed the celery one by one carefully, and then put it on the cutting board and cut it into well-proportioned diamond shapes.
The vegetables are cut beautifully, and the cutting fingers are also beautiful, slender and white, as delicate as a woman's hand, but the joints are larger, more distinct, and more powerful than a woman's hand.
Lu Anran slightly controlled her hands, watching from the side, and couldn't help but ask: "Has anyone said that your hands are beautiful?"
Xu Fengyu's cutting hand tilted to the side, almost cutting her finger. He turned his head and saw Lu Anran looking at his hand with bright eyes. He tilted his body to block her sight. He breathed out gently and adjusted. He took a shaky breath and continued chopping vegetables.
Lu Anran couldn't see those beautiful hands anymore, so he pressed his body against the sink and tilted his head to look, "Can you let me touch your hands?"
Bah!
The knife grazed his finger, bringing out a string of blood beads.
"Yeah, did you cut it?"
Lu Anran exclaimed, and Xu Fengyu came back to his senses. When his eyes touched the bright red blood on his fingers, a large sea of blood immediately appeared in his mind. The blood burst out from the man's forehead, and flowed out from the woman's chest. Comes in.
Xu Fengyu felt dizzy for a while, and her body was swaying and a little unsteady.
Lu Anran quickly supported him, "Are you okay?"
"I... faint with blood..." Xu Fengyu didn't dare to look at her fingers and leaned against Lu Anran, breathing heavily.
"What? Bloody dizziness? You're a big man..." The man was tall and long, and all the gravity was on Lu Anran. She couldn't help it, so she turned towards the kitchen door and prepared to call someone...
"Don't shout." Xu Fengyu's eyes fell on the chair in the corner of the kitchen, "Help me... go and sit for a while."
"But I can't help you, so let my dad come in..."
"No." Xu Fengyu refused firmly, letting go of Lu Anran and supporting the counter.
The blood on his fingers was very conspicuous on the white countertop, but he never looked at his hands.
Lu Anran walked over and held Xu Fengyu's arm, "I really don't know what you can do?"
He didn't want Tong Qiao and Lu Jin to worry deeply, and he didn't want them to know that the incident in his childhood left an indelible mark on him.
Xu Fengyu turned her head and glanced at Lu Anran. She was obviously disgusted, but she still put his arm on her shoulders and helped him to walk to the chair. Like Tong Qiao, a woman with a hard mouth and a soft heart couldn't help but gently hook her. Twitching the corner of his lips, "You don't have to worry about me."
"Do you think I am willing? My mother's partiality must have blamed me for not taking good care of you."
The two of them were so close that Xu Fengyu could see Lu Anran's eyelashes flickering and trembling when he said these words. It was really an excuse to hold back.
Is Tong Qiao so ignorant
Lu Anran helped Xu Fengyu to a chair and sat down. He looked at the blood stains on the sink and the ground and frowned. Finally, his eyes fell on his bleeding fingers, "Your fingers are still bleeding, don't tell me." What do parents do?"
"Go upstairs and get disinfectant and gauze."
"Okay." Lu Anran walked towards the door.
"Wait a moment."
Lu Anran turned around, "What else do you want?"
"You clean up the blood here first, I feel dizzy when I look at it." Xu Fengyu didn't dare to look, but he always felt a large amount of blood flowing towards him from the corner of his eye. He knew it wasn't there, but he couldn't control that feeling.
"There are so many things." Lu Anran said this, but he turned back and took a tissue to clean up the blood bit by bit. Finally, he came to Xu Fengyu's side. His injured hand hung by his side. There was a small pool of blood on the ground under his fingers.
Lu Anran used three pieces of paper to clean it up. Finally, she took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Xu Fengyu, "First press the wound to stop the bleeding."
"I'm bleeding." Xu Fengyu didn't answer, leaning back on the chair and looking at the ceiling.
"..." Lu Anran really suspected that Xu Fengyu was faking it. Shouldn't he faint when he was bleeding? Why doesn't he faint? But his pale complexion and the shaky look just now didn't look like he was pretending.
Lu Anran took Xu Fengyu's hand and wanted to wrap his wound roughly with paper, but when she saw those well-proportioned, slender hands, her eyes immediately began to sparkle, and she couldn't help but touch it gently, "It's really It’s beautiful, almost like a piece of art.”
The soft touch penetrated deep into the texture from the skin. Xu Fengyu retracted his hand like an electric shock, then pulled the paper away from Lu Anran's hand and wrapped the injured finger by feeling.