Fu Beijiu pushed open the kitchen door.
The cooks who were busy hurriedly put down the work in their hands and said in a formal manner, “Sir.”
“All of you, get out.”
The man’s cold, deep voice rang out in the kitchen.
Several cooks looked at each other and retreated very sensibly, also closing the sliding door of the kitchen.
Because the hood was on, Ye Yunla didn’t hear the commotion of the cooks going out, as she chopped the vegetables, she said, “Chef Zhang, you’re going to cut the spring onions next, right, should I cut them on the diagonal or ……”
As she spoke, a handful of green onions was handed over from the diagonal side.
The hand that was holding the onion had well-defined joints and was as long and slender as jade.
Ye Yunla looked up sharply and paused: “Mr. Fu, why did you come in?”
Fu Beijue said indifferently, “To learn how to cook from you.”
“What are you learning this for?” Ye Yunla said as she cut the spring onions, “There are so many cooks in your Fu family, it’s not your turn to cook.”
“Last night when Little Yinyin was hungry and I cooked noodles for her, your son made fun of me.” Fu Beijue hooked his lips, his voice held a little pleasure, “Although it was the first time I cooked noodles, Little Yinyin was very generous and ate them all, which means I still have some talent for cooking.”
Ye Yunla froze for a moment.
This man cooked noodles?
Why was this image so hard to imagine?
She slowly twisted her head to look at the man’s face, and on his chin, there was a slight mark.
And on the back of his right hand, which appeared to have been splattered with oil.
She had noticed it last night, but hadn’t thought much of it at the time, and it seemed to have been injured cooking noodles for Little Yum Yum.
She pursed her lips and said, “Have you put medicine on your injury?”
“Do you still need medicine?” Fu Beijiu looked like he didn’t care, “It will naturally heal in a few days.”
“Without medicine it might leave a scar.”
This man was too good looking, leaving a scar on his chin would be a pity for such a perfect face.
Ye Yunla wiped her hand and opened her mouth to ask, “Where can I get medicine?”
Fu Beijiu turned around and pulled open the drawer above the cupboard, “I remembered that housekeeper Qiao had said that the kitchen always kept medicine for burns.”
He lifted a small box down and opened it, inside there was indeed a wide range of medicines, as well as disinfectant and band-aids, a very complete range.
Ye Yunla found the scalding medicine, unscrewed the lid, wiped a little ointment on her fingertips and looked up, “Mr. Fu, squat down a little, I’ll apply the medicine to you.”
Fu Beijue bent his knees very obediently.
Ye Yunla moved over.
Her fingertips were slightly cool, and the ointment with its coolness slowly rubbed over his chin.
Her eyes were very focused, and his face was reflected in those dark pupils.
It was as if, he possessed her entire world.
Ye Yunla was applying medicine, she had often applied medicine to her two children and did not feel that this action was inappropriate.
However, when a burning line of sight fell on her face, she suddenly felt that her action of applying medicine to Fu Beijiu at this moment seemed extraordinarily ambiguous.
The distance between the two of them was less than five centimetres, and the sound of the man’s breathing was clearly audible.
She could even feel the rolling sensation of his burning breath spraying on her face, a sensation that made her whole heart beat uncontrollably.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of her heart beating as violently as it did.
Ye Yunla hurriedly took a step back.