The dish is just out of the pot. It's a little hot.

Cheng Anyue walked forward cautiously, but her eyes unconsciously fell on the man on the table.

He is looking at her, the mood of the fundus of his eyes is a little fuzzy under the light.

She went up to him, put the dish in front of him and said in a low voice, "young master, this is my dish. Try it..."

Before she finished, a cold voice interrupted her. "Who asked you to do it?"

Cheng Anyue was startled. She shrunk and stepped back.

She lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake. "I'm sorry, I..."

Suddenly, she felt her hand pulled up.

She looked up and saw an Shijue holding her hand, staring at the small blisters on the back of her hand.

She felt that her eyes were even hotter than oil. She couldn't help but wanted to take it back, but her hands were tightly grasped.

"No pain?" He asked suddenly.

That pair of dark cold eyes fell on her, deep like the sea, more and more people can't understand him.

She pursed her lips without answering.

In fact, how could it not hurt, but she was more afraid of his anger than the pain.

An Shi Jue's vision moves away from her body, looking toward the housekeeper of one side, "take medicine to come over."

Hearing this, Cheng Anyue immediately said, "no, I'm ok..."

An Shi Jue looks at her, and her eyebrows are slightly tight.

Cheng Anyue immediately shut up and did not dare to speak. She was most afraid that he would look at her like this.

Soon, the housekeeper took the scald ointment. Cheng Anyue immediately said, "I'll wipe it myself."

She dare not ask the young master to wipe her medicine.

An Shijue glanced at her, put her hand away and began to eat.

That's like saying, you think I'm going to wipe it for you? imagine oneself as the favourite of one of the opposite sex!

Cheng Anyue's face was a little hot. She went to the sofa to wipe the medicine, for fear that the smell of the medicine would affect his appetite.

She wiped the medicine very slowly. When she came back, she would come back for dinner. An Shijue had already eaten half of it, while the fried pork slices with mushrooms in front of him had already eaten most of it.

She took a careful look at him. His appearance was no different from before.

But now she was not afraid at all.

The man is cold on the surface, but he has not eaten her cooking.

So, she secretly thought that he was cold in appearance and gentle in heart. Otherwise, why would he come to pick her up today?

As she ate, an Shijue felt a gaze staring at her.

He raised his eyes to see the past, just hit Cheng Anyue's line of sight.

The little girl was startled and immediately looked back. But soon, she raised her head and took the initiative to look at him.

An Shijue, "..."

This little girl is not afraid of him?

Yes, she is more and more daring.

His eyes fell on the Pan Shan mushroom fried meat slices in front of him. It seemed that there was only half of a dish left. He ate a little too much.

Cheng Anyue noticed his sight and asked, "young master, is my food good?"

"Average." An Shi Jue answers to say, the eye ground flashed to put on a very quick emotion.

On hearing this, Cheng Anyue's high mood suddenly fell down.

It turned out that it was just ordinary. She heard from the housekeeper that it was his favorite dish. She thought that she could make it delicious and make him happy. Unexpectedly, it was such a comment.

However, she will not be easily knocked down.

She looked at an Shijue and said seriously, "don't worry, young master. I will study hard and improve myself."

An Shi Jue frowned and looked at her, "no need."

Cheng Anyue's small face broke down in an instant. Is her cooking skill hopeless?

In the past, when my grandfather was there, he said that she had a good talent for cooking. Were they all deceiving her?

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