With Ning Yuxi's temperament, she had always been steady in her actions. Since she began learning to cook, she had never cut her hand while preparing food.
It was only after Ye Chen arrived that Ning Yuxi got somewhat excited. She hadn't cooked for him in many years, and her mind wandered. Unexpectedly, her finger got sliced by the knife. Moreover, this embarrassing moment was witnessed by Ye Chen, making Ning Yuxi wish she could crawl into a hole and hide.
Seeing the concern on Ye Chen's face made Ning Yuxi feel a sweet warmth in her heart.
"Does it hurt?"
Ye Chen asked, frowning as he looked at Ning Yuxi.
"It hurts." Ning Yuxi nodded her head with a pitiable expression and looked at Ye Chen, resembling a wronged little wife.
A half-inch-long cut had been made by the knife on the pad of Ning Yuxi's left hand. The cut was deep, and blood was still oozing out.
"Serves you right, how can someone your age still get cut while cooking?"