Chu Xi was dragged into the kitchen.
Jiang Chenyue had just come out of the kitchen not long after Chu Xi went in, and she started having coffee and chatting with Rong Yan in the living room.
She occasionally heard laughter drifting over from the living room and wished she could rush out to see what was making them laugh so happily.
"Why are you eavesdropping? Focus on peeling the potatoes!" Qin Jun, though busy, didn't forget to keep an eye on her, remarking coolly behind her back.
Maybe she was too focused on the commotion in the living room and wasn't paying attention to her hands, or maybe she was startled. The knife in her hand nicked her finger with a yelp of pain, and blood instantly oozed from her thumb.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Qin Jun, upon seeing her hand cut, reacted with unusual indifference, his gaze chilling her to the bone.
