At this time, the pot on the stove suddenly made this sound. It was boiling and the lid of the pot was lifted up.
After Rong Shu heard this, she quickly stopped what she was doing and looked at the stove, "It's the soup that's boiling."
"How to do it?" Fu Jingting asked.
Rong Shu pointed at the fire button, "Turn off the heat, stir it with a spoon, and then put the soup aside."
"Okay, I'll do it." After Fu Jingting finished speaking, he walked to the stove.
Rong Shu suddenly thought of something and said again: "Just stir it up and I'll serve it later."
Again, he couldn't carry the pot away with one hand.
Fu Jingting also knew that he couldn't handle it, so he didn't refuse her words. He said yes and turned off the fire.
Then, he picked up the spoon on the side and took off the lid of the pot.
However, because he had no common sense in life, he did not avoid it when he took off the lid of the pot, and the hot steam directly burned his wrist.
Fu Jingting immediately groaned and frowned in pain.
After Rong Shu heard this, she quickly stepped forward to check, "What's wrong?"
Fu Jingting put down the pot lid calmly, "It's okay."
"Is it really okay?" Rong Shu narrowed her eyes and looked at him suspiciously, obviously not believing what he said.
After all, she really heard the muffled groan just now.
Fu Jingting's eyes flashed slightly, and he turned his gaze to one side, not daring to look at her, "It's really okay."
"I absolutely don't believe it." How could Rong Shu not see that he was feeling guilty, her red lips pursed, "Tell me, what's wrong with you? If you don't tell me, I'll check it myself."
Seeing the woman's serious expression and serious tone, Fu Jingting finally compromised, raised his right hand and showed her his wrist.
Rong Shu saw that his originally fair skin was now completely red. She immediately understood something and asked in surprise: "You were burned?"
Fu Jingting lowered his head, coughed awkwardly, and admitted.
Rong Shu felt confused, "How did you get burned?"
"He was burned by steam." Fu Jingting glanced at the pot on the stove and replied.
When Rong Shu heard this, she was angry and funny, "Okay, I understand now. Apart from picking vegetables, you don't know how to do anything else. That's all. You'd better go out and don't help me. I'm afraid of you."
If you keep helping, I will become busier and busier, and you will suffer more injuries."
Fu Jingting lowered his head in shame, "Sorry..."
He didn't expect that he could be so useless.
He can't even do the little things in the kitchen well.
Rong Shu saw Fu Jingting's depression and understood his mood.
After all, he came to help happily at first, but in the end he couldn't help much and kept helping more and more. Naturally, he felt bad and felt sorry for her and let her down.
But in fact, she did not feel disappointed.
It's understandable that he doesn't know how to do these things.
And he was able to take the initiative to help, which comforted her.
"Okay, don't think too much. When your hand heals, I believe you won't be like this." Rong Shu patted Fu Jingting's shoulder and consoled her.
Fu Jingting glanced at his left arm and felt hope rise again in his heart.
Yes, it’s not that he can’t do anything well, it’s just that his hands are not yet strong.
Also, if he doesn’t know how, he can learn slowly.
I believe that he can really help her with some things in the future.
At the same time, he also found that cooking or doing other things with her made him really happy and enjoyed it, and he became extremely satisfied.
"Come on, I'll take you out to clean up some burns." Rong Shu said again.
When she first started learning to cook, she was burned a lot, so she knew exactly what it felt like after being burned.
Fu Jingting's wrist must be burning with pain now.
Fu Jingting followed Rong Shu out of the kitchen.
Rong Shu asked him to sit down on the sofa. She went back to the room and brought out a family medicine box.
Rong Shu put the medicine box on the coffee table, squatted down, opened the medicine box, and took out the medicine she needed.
"Stretch out your hand." Rong Shu ordered the man while unpacking the cotton swab.
The man obeyed and stretched out his hand, exposing his wrist.
Rong Shu dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant alcohol and disinfected the burned area first.
After disinfecting, she took out a bottle of ice cream and sprayed a little on the burned area.
After adding a basin of ice cream, Fu Jingting immediately felt that his wrists were no longer burning and felt very comfortable, and his frown relaxed.
Rong Shu saw it, smiled, and then tore off another ice cream patch and put it on the burned area, "Okay, don't touch the water next. This ice patch can last for several hours. Tomorrow morning, you will be here
It will be fine.”
Fu Jingting took back his hand, looked at the burns that had been treated, and nodded with a gentle expression, "I understand."
"Then you just watch TV or something in the living room, and I'll go cook. We'll have dinner soon." Rong Shu closed the medicine box and stood up.
It's already past nine o'clock, and we can't delay any longer.
If you continue to delay, it will be very late before you can eat.
Fu Jingting also knew that it was not good for him to go to the kitchen to help now, lest he would be a waste of help again, so after Rong Shu said this, he sat on the sofa and did not get up again, "You go ahead, I'll wait for you."
Rong Shu agreed and went back to the kitchen.
Soon, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen.
Fu Jingting took this opportunity, took out his mobile phone and dialed Assistant Zhang's number.
Assistant Zhang has not rested yet and is working overtime in his study.
These days, the Fu Group is exploring new areas, so there are a lot of things going on.
It stands to reason that Fu Jingting, as the president and chairman of the board, should be the busiest person. After all, in order to open up new areas, he, as the arbiter, needs to make decisions in many aspects.
However, on the contrary, Fu Jingting became the most leisurely person in the Fu Group.
In order to accompany Rong Shu, he delegated many tasks to the people below him. Assistant Zhang was the one who got the most work.
So right now, Assistant Zhang hasn't gotten off work yet, and is still busy working.
When he heard the phone ringing, Assistant Zhang rubbed his hair, put down the pen in his hand, grabbed the phone in front of him, and took a look, hey, Zhou Bapi is exploiting the ghost boss.
If you call me at this time, nothing will happen!
After Assistant Zhang complained to Fu Jingting a few words in his mind, he answered the phone with a smile on his face, "Mr. Fu."
"Find me a chef tomorrow." Fu Jingting ordered.
Assistant Zhang looked confused, "Chef? Mr. Fu, are you planning to change the chef of Fu Mansion?"
"No, he found a kitchen for me alone. I want to learn how to cook from him." Fu Jingting replied, opening his thin lips lightly.
Assistant Zhang almost choked to death on his own saliva, "What? Learn how to cook?"
"Um."
Assistant Zhang's mouth twitched again and again, "Mr. Fu, you're fine, why do you think of learning to cook?"
"This is not something you should ask about. Just do it. After you find it, let him go to my office to teach me every noon." Fu Jingting said.
He only has this time to learn this.
The rest of the time he spent going to work and spending time with Rong Shu.
Two hours at noon is enough for him to study. He has a good learning ability. I believe that it won't be long before he will become a good man who can work in the hall and in the kitchen.
When the time comes, if you cook a table of dishes for Rong Shu, she will definitely be surprised, right?
Thinking of that situation, Fu Jingting couldn't help but start to look forward to it.
Assistant Zhang rolled his eyes speechlessly when he heard Fu Jingting ask him to stop asking.
Doesn't he understand Mr. Fu yet?
I suddenly want to learn how to cook. It must be for Miss Rong.
Except Miss Rong, who has the ability to let him learn these irrelevant things.
