Once the band-aid was properly applied, Jiang Jingheng said, "Let's go out."
"No way, I still need to cook," Mu Yan said.
"I'll do it. From now on, don't go into the kitchen anymore," Jiang Jingheng said in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Mu Yan looked at him, surprised, "Why?"
Jiang Jingheng gazed at her deeply, "I don't want to be scared to death by you."
Mu Yan thought he was complaining about her knife skills and quietly explained, "I accidentally brushed my finger against the blade."
Jiang Jingheng neither confirmed nor denied, raising her hand to look at her injured hand, his expression grew even gloomier.
Holding her hand was one thing, but this wasn't the way he preferred.
In the end, Mu Yan was chased out of the kitchen, and Jiang Jingheng changed his clothes to cook.
While eating, Mu Yan could only use a spoon because of her injured finger, making it impossible to eat things like shredded potatoes and big chunks of meat.
