Reborn Top Student and Sweet Little Wife

Lu Anran pouted, "What's the matter with the touch? Can you save less meat?"

Xu Fengyu ignored Lu Anran and only said: "Don't let them discover when you take things."

"If you don't touch me, I won't give you medicine."

"If you don't give me medicine, I'll make things happen at high speed."

"..." Lu Anran got up indignantly, "Wait." He dropped the word out of the kitchen.

Tong Qiao saw Lu Anran coming out of the kitchen and asked, "Is it done?"

"No." Lu Anran walked upstairs.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"...Take the phone, not mine, but Xu Fengyu."

"An An, how many times have you been taught, shout brother."

"Got it." Lu Anran's voice disappeared at the entrance of the hall, and quickly hurried down again, hurriedly entered the kitchen, and then squatted diligently in front of Xu Fengyu, staring at his hand with dignity, "The hand reached over , I'll treat you to the wound."

Xu Fengyu always felt that Lu Anran's eyes were too hot to look at his hands, and hid his hands behind him, "I don't need it, I can handle it myself."

Lu Anran raised his eyes, Shui Lingling's eyes blinked at Xu Fengyu, "Aren't you dizzy?"

"This minor injury can be handled without looking."

Lu Anran was not happy, "Xu Fengyu, don't let it touch, you can't look at it? You are too stingy, can I still eat your hands? After a while you haven't dealt with how to cook cleanly? Can you let us eat you? Blood?"

"..."

"Relax, I just have a dizzying hand fetish, and I will never treat your hand?"

In the end, Xu Fengyu still handed Lu Anran. He didn’t dare to look at his injured hand, and her eyes kept falling on Lu Anran’s face. She handled it very carefully, and her movements were very light. From time to time, she gently pointed at his finger. Blow, ask him if it hurts?

He knew that her seriousness and carefulness were all because she liked his hands and had nothing to do with him, but he still could not restrain the warmth of his heart and the abnormality of his heartbeat.

"All right."

Xu Fengyu withdrew his eyes from Lu Anran's face, and his fingers were already bandaged. "No need to thank you."

Lu Anran squatted on the ground to treat Xu Fengyu's wounds, and his feet were a little numb. He was standing on his knees and slowly stood up. Hearing Xu Fengyu said no thanks, he almost squatted back, "No thanks? Tell me?"

"Well." Xu Fengyu got up and walked towards the countertop.

Lu Anran lifted his tingling heel and said, "I helped you deal with the wound. Shouldn't you say thank you to me?"

"You don't like my hand?"

Lu Anran nodded unclearly, "Does this have anything to do with thank you?"

Xu Fengyu cut the vegetables carefully and said, "Of course it does. You like my hand. I will show you it for free and let you touch it for so long. Shouldn't you thank me?"

"..." can be counted like this?

"Aren't you upset that I didn't let you treat my wound?"

"A little."

"Then I dealt with you and made you happy. Shouldn't you thank me?"

"..." seems to make sense?

"It's because of your careful handling that I don't have to thank you. I won't touch my hands in the future." Xu Fengyu's hands clenched tightly with celery. It seemed that there was still residual temperature in her hands. There is that soft touch, as if not in the hand, but in the heart.

"Hang!" Lu Anran looked disdainful, but his eyes fluttered into Xu Fengyu's hand, "You can take it easy, don't cut it again."

"Relax, I won't give you another chance to touch my hand."

"..." This man...what's going on beating him in minutes?

After cooking, Xu Fengyu uncovered the gauze on his finger, leaving only a band-aid. At the dinner table, Tong Qiao discovered it at once, and asked what happened to his hand?

Xu Fengyu said blushingly and heartlessly: "I accidentally scratched while playing the guitar."

Lu Anran, "..." really shameless.

"What are you doing in the kitchen when you are really hurt? Is it serious?"

"Not serious, just a shallow mouth."

"Then you have to be careful later."

"Ok."

Lu Anran kept looking at Xu Fengyufei's disdainful eyes. Xu Fengyu ignored them. The two sat together. He clipped a piece of tenderloin to her, slightly turned his head, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Don't just look at me and eat dish."

"..." Who looked at you?Really shameless, Lu Anran put the meat in the bowl into his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly, the taste was really good, tender and fresh, and it was not fishy at all, it was really delicious, "Grandma Lin, your craft is getting better The better, Xu Fengyu..."

"An An." Tong Qiao shouted like a warning.

Lu Anran reacted and changed his mind, "Brother, which dish did you just clamp?"

Xu Fengyu pointed his chin to the plate of fried celery tenderloin on the right side of the dining table. "That plate."

"Oh." Lu Anran stretched out his chopsticks to clamp, saw the diamond-shaped celery in the plate, and stopped, wasn't it cut by Xu Fengyu?Did he stir-fry this dish?

At that time, Lu Anran had watched Xu Fengyu wash vegetables and cut vegetables and went out. He didn't know which dishes he had fried.

Lu Anran wanted to ask Xu Fengyu if he had fried this dish. Lin Lan's smiling voice sounded in the restaurant. "This dish was not made by me, it was made by Zi Qian."

Then Lin Lan ordered several dishes made by Xu Fengyu.

The expression on Lu Anran's face was a little stiff. "In fact, it's not so delicious, and it's far worse than Grandma Lin." With that in his mouth, chopsticks kept poking into the dish of celery tenderloin.

When she poked into the dish for the Nth time, Xu Fengyu directly brought the dish to Lu Anran.

Lu Anran was embarrassed for two seconds, "In fact, the taste is average, I just want to change the taste."

Xu Fengyu didn't seem to hear Lu Anran's words and continued to eat his meal.

His disregardful attitude made Lu Anran feel that he was laughing at her, so he was arrogant to stop eating that dish.

At present, it is necessary to persevere not to eat.

Then Lu Anran compromised in his heart, this tone is to fight, the big deal is not to eat now, turn back and hide in the kitchen to eat.

Fu Yiran, the ignorant, also poked into the dish.

Seeing that he likes to eat a little bit less, Lu Anran's heart was bleeding, and he began to fly toward Fu Yiran with a knife.

"Sister, what have you been watching me without eating?" Fu Yiran looked blank.

Lu Anran smiled flirtatiously, "My brother looks handsome, can't I see?"

Fu Yiran put another piece of tenderloin in his mouth, and then touched his face with the hand holding the chopsticks. "Are you handsome?"

Lu Anran gritted his teeth, "Handsome!"

"You say that my appetite is better." Fu Yiran said and looked at Xu Fengyu. "Brother, your cooking is really not covered. I like these few dishes you fried."