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Thinking about it, Ji Jingchen found that wentiantian's hands had been carried behind her, something was wrong.

His movement pauses slightly, the eyebrow center appeared a tiny fold, fleeting.

The next second, Ji Jingchen has stepped over, pulled Wentian's hand and put it in front of him.

Warm sweet on the back of the right hand, left a few traces of red oil stains!

She is good at soup and porridge, but she seldom makes fried food.

Just now Ji Jingchen saw that there were two dishes on the table to be fried in oil, and he was worried. Now he saw that Wen Tiantian had been hiding his hand behind his back, so he was more sure.

Unexpectedly, in order to make these dishes, she should have suffered so many injuries!

The white and tender skin left a few red burn marks, it looks heartbreaking.

Ji Jingchen's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled up, showing a displeased look on his face.

Wentiantian didn't expect to hide it well, but she was found out.

She was embarrassed and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Ji Jingchen held it tightly.

"Ji Jingchen, you first..."

Ji Jingchen tightly pursed his lips, and before he finished, he took wentiantian to the other side.

His movements were very careful, afraid that he would hurt her, and his fingers deliberately avoided several scalded places.

Wentiantian was frightened by his appearance, and even said: "I'm really OK. Cooking must be hurt."

"No!"

Ji Jingchen frowned, discontented: "you are not allowed to cook again in the future."

Wen Tiantian shook her head in a hurry.

"This is the exception. You see, I've never been hurt before."

But Ji Jingchen refused to step back.

"No more oil."

Wentian nodded her head in a hurry.

She was really not good at this aspect. In order to make these two dishes, she asked the cook for advice, and finally finished the two dishes.

But even so, I was hurt.

However, she felt that there was nothing wrong with this minor injury, but Ji Jingchen was very serious.

He carefully pulled wentiantian to sit on the sofa and took out the ointment for scalding.

Ji Jingchen lowered his head and frowned. He held her hand carefully, disinfecting the scalded area on her hand and smearing it with cold plaster.

Originally the hot wound instantly clear, comfortable a lot.

Wen Tiantian looks down at Ji Jingchen, who is carefully wiping the medicine. Her heart is warm.

"The other hand." Unexpectedly, Ji Jingchen, who had just finished painting a hand, ordered again.

Wen Tiantian seemed to suddenly think of something and quickly shook her head.

Seeing Wen Tiantian's action, Ji Jingchen's heart suddenly filled with a bad premonition, frowning more tightly, and even the anger of microblog appeared on his face.

He raised his hand and pulled out the sweet hand hidden behind him.

At the sight of the scar on the back of my hand, I took a breath of cold air.

Wentiantian's right hand was scalded. In Ji Jingchen's eyes, it was very serious. But unexpectedly, there was such a big scar on his left hand!

The back of the hand was red and slightly swollen.

How much pain should it have?

Ji Jingchen's face is dark and heavy, and the scar on his hand is very obvious, which makes people feel a lot of pain.

She has been able to hold back

Ji Jingchen thought more and more, the more angry in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "don't enter the kitchen again in the future!"

Ji Jingchen was not easily convinced just now. Unexpectedly, he is back to the far point.

"But you just said, as long as you don't touch fried things, can you?"

"Now I'm sorry."

Ji Jingchen's face was full of anger, angry at Wen Tiantian and even more angry at himself.

If I didn't like the two dishes, wentiantian would not be hurt.

See her face is ugly, wentiantian did not distinguish, put her hand out, pitifully put it in front of him and blinked.

"It hurts, Ji Jingchen. Please help me with the medicine."

"You know it hurts!" Ji Jingchen is very dissatisfied.

Although the tone is fierce, but seeing the poor appearance of wentiantian, he sighs and blows carefully on the wound.

The cool wind gently blows over the wound, bringing bursts of cool.

Wentian narrowed her eyes comfortably.

"Does it still hurt?" Ji Jingchen asked.

"No more pain."

Wentiantian smile, but did not expect to be Ji Jingchen stare.

Ji Jingchen's action is more gentle, gently disinfect the wound on Wen Tiantian's hand and apply plaster.

"I won't eat those two dishes in the future."

"Why?"

Wen Tiantian opened her eyes quickly.

She had a hard time finishing those two dishes, and it took a lot of hard work. Why didn't Ji Jingchen eat them?There was a surge of loss in her heart at the thought.

Ji Jingchen set the airway: "if it's a dish that makes you hurt, I don't want to eat it."

"But I..."

Wen Tiantian is anxious to explain.

Ji Jingchen could not help laughing at his nervous appearance.

"But today these two dishes are sweet and sweet. I will taste them well, but they are not allowed to be made again."

Wen Tiantian hears the speech, suddenly turns from worry to joy, nods happily and stands up quickly.

"Let's go there now."

The food on the table is still steaming hot, fragrant, and makes people appetite.

Wen Tiantian asks Ji Jingchen to sit down and turn around to prepare the dishes.

But just took a step, but was pulled by Ji Jingchen.

"Come back and sit down."

With that, he stood up, supported the warm sweet shoulder, let her sit in his position.

Wen Tiantian looked at him, Ji Jingchen's eyes swept over her injured hand.

"You are a wounded man now. Sit here and take care of yourself. Don't rub the ointment off your hands."

Wen Tiantian raised her hand and looked at it in embarrassment.

I think Ji Jingchen is really making a fuss about it. Now that she is smearing ointment on both hands, how can she eat without rubbing off the ointment?

Seeing her embarrassed face, Ji Jingchen raised his mouth, but did not step back.

Raise your hand and take all the dishes and chopsticks and sit beside Wen Tiantian.

Wen Tiantian just wanted to get chopsticks, but Ji Jingchen avoided it.

Ji Jingchen held chopsticks in one hand and said, "what do you want to eat?"

Obviously, it's like trying to help her.

It turns out that this is the way not to rub off the ointment

Wentiantian hesitates. She is good at all. She doesn't have any pain. How can she be fed?

But Ji Jingchen's eyes are very persistent, see her not willing to give up, face to face.

After a few minutes of stalemate, Wen Tiantian had to be defeated.

"Try my fish congee first. Don't you like it best?"

Ji Jingchen nodded, and then picked up the spoon. In the end, it was not for himself, but for Wen Tiantian's lips. Wen Tiantian didn't expect that he would let himself eat first. Originally, he wanted to refuse, but as soon as his eyes touched Ji Jingchen's, he recoiled and had to open his mouth.