Two slow-moving people fall in love

"And you moved there?"

Holding the phone, Chen Wanwan hated iron for being weak: "If he tells you to move, you can move, and you just listen to him?!"

"I think so too." Han Xuan stirred the soup in the pot and calmed her down slowly: "Sister Wanwan, Ah Yi is really good, don't think too much about it."

"I'm worried about you. With your character, you even help count the money after being cheated by others."

"With Sister Wanwan here, who else can I be fooled by?"

"You've learned how to flatter, right?"

Han Xuan was taken aback, "I..."

"Keep it up."

"...?"

"You look like a child." Chen Wanwan pretended to complain, "Don't always be so obedient, it's not good for you to be too sensible, you know?"

What's the point of this.Han Xuan shook his head in his heart, but still responded: "Understood."

When the oil was hot, Han Xuan turned on the speakerphone and put it aside, holding the lid of the pot in one hand, and poured all the marinated ribs into it.

"Shhh-"

When the hot oil came into contact with the water, it immediately splashed in all directions, making an earth-shattering sound, which startled Chen Wanwan on the other end of the phone, "Brother, what's going on? Brother??"

Han Xuan was busy avoiding the splashing oil stars, and couldn't spare his hand to pick up the phone, so he had to raise his voice to the phone: "It's okay, I'm frying ribs!"

"Be careful!"

"I know, it's okay, sister." Han Xuan poured the seasonings one by one and stir-fried until the movement in the pot gradually subsided, then put down the pot cover, and took out a paper towel to wipe his arm.

The oil was overheated just now and splashed a lot on his body. After wiping it off, I realized that several places were red and painful.

Chen Wanwan kept asking him if he was burned, but he denied it, added water to the pot, then wet a few paper towels silently, and put them on his arms.

The cold touch temporarily relieved the pain, and he poured some water on the paper towel and breathed a sigh of relief.

A hand suddenly reached out beside him and grabbed his wrist.

A familiar voice sounded above his head: "What's wrong?"

"... Ah, Ah Yi?" Han Xuan quickly adjusted his expression, and with the movement of turning around, he naturally drew his hands and hid them behind his back: "I'm scared to death... You, why are you walking silently?"

Ye Yunyi didn't answer, but carefully grabbed his hand and removed the tissue covering it.

Under the tissue, several areas of reddened skin stood out.

Ye Yunyi frowned slightly.

Han Xuan hurriedly explained: "This is, just now, I accidentally burned it just now, it's no big deal, it will be fine in two days... Ah Yi, Ah Yi!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was led out of the kitchen by Ye Yunyi. Ye Yunyi's hand was holding his tightly. He couldn't break free, so he had to look back anxiously, "The ribs are still in the pot..."

"The ribs are important to you?" Ye Yunyi couldn't help but push him on the sofa: "Sit down, I'll get the medicine."

His tone was a bit blunt, Han Xuan didn't dare to resist, and sat obediently on the sofa.

Soon, Ye Yunyi came back with a small medicine box.

Han Xuan watched him pull out a tube of ointment and a pack of cotton swabs, and reached out to take them: "I'll do it myself..."

Ye Yunyi avoided his hand, and silently pulled his arm to apply the medicine.

His complexion was really bad, but his movements were very gentle, and he finished applying the medicine in a short while, "Okay."

Han Xuan didn't even feel the pain, and just said "Oh" in a daze.

"Does it hurt?"

Han Xuan shook his head, still in a daze: "No, it doesn't hurt."

Seeing his stupid look, Ye Yunyi sighed silently in her heart.

"Just sit here and wait." He stood up, "I'll make the ribs."

"Okay... hey, no no," Han Xuan came back to his senses: "It's just time to collect the juice, I'll just keep an eye on it."

Ye Yunyi glanced at him: "Are you staring?"

Han Xuan nodded.

"Okay," Ye Yunyi led him to the door of the kitchen, turned around and moved a chair, "Sit here and stare."

The chair was right at the door of the kitchen, and the meaning was self-explanatory.

Han Xuan opened his eyes wide, looked at the chair, then looked up at him again, "You..."

Ye Yunyi said: "Don't go into the kitchen these few days, wait until your hands are ready."

His expression was somewhat serious, a look that Han Xuan had never seen before. Han Xuan was going to follow up with the kitchen, but it was hard to insist at this time, so he said "oh", moved the chair and sat at the dining table .

The ribs came out of the pan very quickly, Ye Yunyi took the plate and put it on, and served it out along with other dishes on the counter.

Just as Han Xuan was about to stand up to help, he stuffed a pair of bowls and chopsticks, "You eat first."

"I……"

Ye Yunyi glanced at him lightly.

"……it is good."

He pursed his lips and sat at the table with a bowl in his hands, but his eyes followed Ye Yunyi in and out.

Ye Yunyi prepared the dishes, sat down at the table, raised her eyes and met Han Xuan's.

Han Xuan smiled at him, with apprehension in his eyes.

Ye Yunyi has always been so gentle to him that he almost forgot what kind of identity and background this person was.

This was the first time Ye Yunyi showed strength towards him, because of a small burn - he really didn't think it was worth mentioning, who hasn't been scalded among the cooks?

But Ye Yunyi's reaction was so strong that it was difficult for him to speak out his defense.

Ye Yunyi sat at the table, but without moving her chopsticks, she stretched out her hand to Han Xuan and said, "Give it to me."

Han Xuan stretched out his arm immediately.

Ye Yunyi looked at it carefully and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Han Xuan quickly shook his head, "Really."

There were bursts of burning pain from the burn, he pursed his lips, and smiled at Ye Yunyi again.

Ye Yunyi squeezed his soft palm, "If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, don't worry about anything, go and take the medicine first."

Han Xuan nodded, "OK."

Ye Yunyi's face softened, "I was in a hurry just now, and my tone was not very good..."

"No." Han Xuan immediately said, "The tone is very good."

Even he didn't realize it, his smile was almost flattering, "It's really my fault."

"You're not at fault..." Ye Yunyi said helplessly, "It's—"

Han Xuan looked at him puzzled.

"……never mind."

Why explain this, he thought.

"In short, you have to know," he looked straight into Han Xuan's eyes, "anything or anyone is not as important as you, you are the most important, okay?"

Han Xuan blinked, his cheeks slowly turning red.

"Why are you blushing?" Ye Yunyi laughed, "Do you understand, huh?"

Han Xuan pursed his lips, restrained his ever-expanding smile, and said "Oh" noncommittally.

Compared with Ye Yunyi, everything has to stand aside.

But this sentence is enough.he thinks.

He could hardly help snickering.