Jian Anan felt that he was out of control and wanted to pretend that nothing happened, so he focused on fighting the food in front of him, and his hands were quick to avoid his mind being occupied by complicated thoughts again.

Li Shaoting also worked silently, and the two of them had nothing to say.

Seeing the water flowing down, the crystal clear vegetable leaves, Li Shaoting couldn't get interested in appreciating it. Jian An'an's avoidance hit his confidence, but he still couldn't extinguish the hope in his heart.

Perhaps, Jian Anan just couldn't accept his feelings for the time being and was used to treating him as a "life-savior", so she temporarily avoided it and it would be fine when she got used to it.

"Mr. Li..."

Jian Anan's voice pulled Li Shaoting's thoughts back to reality. Li Shaoting turned his head slightly and looked at the little woman beside him with a face full of embarrassment: "What's wrong?"

Jian Anan reached out and pointed to the broken vegetable leaves that had been washed by him, and said with laughter and cry: "Mr. Li, if you continue to wash like this, we will not be able to eat milk soup and tulips today. Maybe... it is milk soup and husky leaves."

"..." Li Shaoting put the dishes in his hand on the plate with a little embarrassment and put them on Jian An'an's hand. After washing his hands, he looked around again. He found that there was nothing he could do, but he was unwilling to leave Jian An'an's side. He frowned and thought for a while, and finally came up with a good idea: "An An, teach me how to cook."

Jian Anan, who was cutting chicken slices, heard Li Shaoting's Martian words, almost cut his hand, put down the kitchen knife, and then looked at Li Shaoting in surprise, as if he wanted to find some traces of possession from the ghost on Li Shaoting's face.

Li Shaoting suddenly turned black. He understood everything from Jian An'an's expression. He asked, "What? Can't I learn how to cook?"

Jian Anan closed her mouth that was opened because of surprise, and immediately shook her head consciously: "No,"

After a little pause, Jian Anan still added for the sake of his own life safety, "No, no, it's just Mr. Li, learn something else. Xiao Xin is here today. If you can't eat what you cook, Xiao Xin will go hungry..."

"I'm not going to make a biological weapon yet." Li Shaoting was a little irritable. Jian An'an had never given face like this. Is he really so unconfident in his learning to cook?

Suddenly, Li Shaoting's competitive spirit became ignited. He originally just said casually to find something to talk with Jian An'an, but now it has become a small goal.

Jian Anan looked at Li Shaoting's expression of refusal to give in. He knew that once the man decided on something, he had no room for recovery, so he had to compromise: "Okay, Mr. Li, I'll guide you next to you, it's safer."

The kitchen was immediately full of excitement. Under Li Shaoting's operation, although Jian Anan was guiding him, he almost performed a difficult project such as a wok ignition.

"Mr. Li, be careful not to be splashed by oil." Jian Anan stood beside him and was frightened, afraid that Li Shaoting would have any danger. His heart was always hanging in the air and could not be put down.

Li Shaoting originally thought that cooking was very simple, thinking that the only challenge was that he had no taste and did not know how easy the dishes were. But now that he really started to use it, he realized that it was not small at all. Not only did he control the heat, but even the time of stir-frying and the timing of serving the dishes would affect the effect of the final product, and it would be comprehensive.

The only thing that is worth being happy is that Jian Anan has been standing by his side, constantly caring about him, afraid that something will happen to him.

Finally, the last soup dish was reached, and Li Shaoting felt a little tired. According to Jian Anan's request, he first fryed the vegetables and then put them in the broth and cooked them.

Who knows, at this moment...

The accident happened suddenly. As soon as the stock was poured into the pot, the oil that had not been wiped clean next to the pot suddenly exploded. It did not splash Li Shaoting, but it happened to splash Jian An'an.

"Hiss..." Jian Anan was scalded, exhaled in pain, and took a breath of cold air.

Seeing that Jian Anan was injured, Li Shaoting couldn't take care of the food at hand, and grabbed Jian Anan's hand to check the injury.

A small blister appeared on the back of Jian An'an's hand where the oil was splashed, and it became red.

Li Shaoting looked at the blister, frowned, his face full of pain, raised his eyes and looked at Jian Anan: "Does it hurt?"

He bit his lower lip. Although Jian Anan wanted to blow it up again, in order not to make Mr. Li worry, he still held back the pain and shook his head: "It's okay, Mr. Li, don't worry, just apply some scald cream."

The next second, Li Shaoting raised Jian Anan's white and tender hand to his mouth and blew it gently: "Huh..."

Jian An An was stunned, looked at his hands, and then at Li Shaoting. Suddenly, he realized the status quo, and his face suddenly became like fire. Ambiguity was no longer enough to describe the current atmosphere.

Li Shaoting gently held Jian Anan's hand, not caring about the distance between the two of them at this moment. He was only concerned about Jian Anan's injuries. At the same time, he secretly blamed himself for his carelessness, which made Jian Anan injured. Even if it was just a small blister, he felt extremely distressed.

He actually hurt his woman!

Jian Anan felt that her face was hotter than the oil splashed on the back of her hand just now, and her breathing gradually accelerated. She hurriedly pulled her hand back before making a fool of herself: "Mr. Li, I, I'm fine... you don't need..."

Li Shaoting's tone was gentle and firm. He glanced at Jian Anan, pinched her hand and didn't put it. Then he lowered his head and looked at the wound carefully: "I'll ask Black Hawk to buy scald medicine immediately. If this scar is left, I will blame myself for the rest of my life."

Jian Anan also wanted to comfort Li Shaoting, but the two of them suddenly smelled a strange smell at the same time.

"What's the smell? Mr. Li, have you smelled it?" Jian Anan frowned and sniffed again.

Li Shaoting's face was also full of doubts, and he shook his head and said he didn't know: "I smelled it, it seemed... a burnt smell."

A bad premonition arose in his heart. Jian Anan thought for a while, and suddenly turned his eyes to the pot still on the gas stove. Then he looked despair in his eyes: "It's soup... no, it's a half-finished product that has just been made..."

Li Shaoting looked over in a daze, picked up the spatula and stirred it in the pot. A stronger burnt smell made him hold his breath instantly.

"Cough..." Jian Anan coughed directly by the smell, but seeing that Mr. Li's face turned a little dark, he quickly tried to hold it and comforted him: "It should be that you were anxious to see my injury just now and forgot to turn off the heat. Milk soup is easy to make the pot..."

The milk soup and tulipa that I finally worked hard to make half of it has now completely turned into a pot of failed products full of paste. The color is still normal, and I know that I can't eat it just by smelling it.
Chapter completed!