"And there are a lot of nutrients in carrots. In fact, it's okay for my sister to try to eat."
He Wan shook her head: "I don't want it!"
"Why don't I help you cut up the lotus root slices."
Jiang Che had already washed the lotus root and put it on the chopping board.
He Wan didn't wait for Jiang Che's answer, she hurried to the side to wash her hands, then moved over and picked up the kitchen knife.
"Sister, be careful, don't cut your hands."
Jiang Che looked at He Wan a bit more worriedly, and He Wan took a deep breath, "It's nothing, don't worry. I just cut a vegetable, how could I get it? I'm not stupid!"
Just as He Wan finished speaking, suddenly, He Wan's voice swept the kitchen instantly.
"my God!!"
"No way,¡¡"
He Wan was suddenly a little speechless to herself, the slap in the face was too fast, and she was about to be slapped in the face as soon as she finished speaking. Is there anything worse in the world than this?
When He Wan thought of this, Jiang Che quickly put down what he was doing, and then wiped his hands.
"elder sister!!!"
Jiang Che's entire face instantly sank, and his brows knit together. The bright red blood flowed out along He Wan's fingertips, and then formed one small blood drop after another.
He Wan wanted to hide her hand, but her action ended before it even started. Jiang Che grabbed He Wan's hand first.
"It's okay, maybe it's just a little bit of skin. I'll go out and bandage it. You can only cut the lotus root by yourself."
He Wan wanted to withdraw her hand, but a scene that surprised her all happened. Jiang Che actually directly embraced her fingertips that had been dripping with blood. He Wan's body froze immediately, as if Like getting an electric shock, the heels seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't even lift them up.
"Jiang Che"
The light projected from the outside just hit Jiang Che's drooping eyelashes. Because of the height difference between the two, Jiang Che lowered his head and grabbed He Wan's wrist. The copper-smelling blood gradually invaded Jiang Che's sense of taste, as if he just acted on his own instinct just now.
"Okay, my sister's fingers should stop bleeding."
"I'll take you to bandage."
Jiang Che raised his head calmly, He Wan looked down at her fingertips, it seemed that the bleeding was indeed gone.
She was then pulled out of the kitchen, and He Wan couldn't help but look back, "Jiang Che, the gas stove is still on in the kitchen, I can go by myself, what if the pot gets burnt?"
Jiang Che felt a little speechless. He really couldn't see He Wan getting hurt. Every time she got hurt or got sick, Jiang Che especially hoped that he was the one who got hurt and got sick.
He Wan also felt the hostility emanating from the young man, so when Jiang Che looked back at her, He Wan hurriedly put away the emotions on her face pretending to be innocent, but she was still thinking about the scene in the kitchen. gourmet food.
"Sister, don't worry, the pot won't burn if I burn it. I've already calculated the time, and the heat in the kitchen is just right."
He Wan was suddenly made to laugh by Jiang Che's words. Jiang Che actually compared himself with that pot, He Wan tried not to let herself laugh out loud, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, after all we can't waste food!" (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel .com