Chapter 46 Doesn’t It Hurt?

The dish was just out of the pot and a little hot.

Cheng Anyue walked forward cautiously, but her eyes unconsciously fell on the man at the head of the table.

He was looking at her, and the emotions in his eyes were a little blurred under the light.

She walked up to him, put the dish in front of him, and whispered: "Master, this is the dish I made, please try it..."

Before she finished speaking, a cold voice interrupted her, "Who asked you to do it?"

Cheng Anyue was startled, her body shrank, and her footsteps took a step back.

She lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake, "I'm sorry, I..."

Suddenly, she felt her hand being pulled up.

She looked up and saw An Shijue holding her hand, staring at the small blisters on the back of her hand.

She felt that her gaze was hotter than oil, and she couldn't help but want to take it back, but her hand was held tightly by someone.

"Does it hurt?" He asked suddenly.

The pair of dark and cold eyes fell on her, as deep as the sea, making him more unpredictable.

She pursed her lips and didn't answer.

In fact, how could it not hurt, but she was more afraid of him getting angry than the pain.

An Shijue's eyes moved away from her and looked at the housekeeper beside him, "Bring the medicine."

Cheng Anyue heard this and immediately said, "No, I'm fine..."

An Shijue glanced at her, his eyebrows slightly tightened.

Cheng Anyue immediately shut up and didn't dare to speak. She was most afraid of him looking at her like this.

Soon, the housekeeper brought the burn ointment over, and Cheng Anyue immediately said, "I'll apply it myself."

She didn't dare to let the young master apply the medicine for her.

An Shijue glanced at her, threw away her hand, and started eating.

It seemed to be saying, do you think I want to apply it for you? Self-conceited!

Cheng Anyue's face was a little hot, she walked to the sofa to apply the medicine, afraid that the smell of the medicine would affect his appetite.

She applied the medicine very slowly. When she came back, she came back to eat. An Shijue had already eaten half of it, and the mushroom fried pork slices in front of him had been eaten most of it.

She looked at him carefully, and he looked no different from before.

But now she was not afraid at all.

This man seemed cold on the surface, but he had eaten the food she cooked.

So, she secretly thought that he was a person who was cold on the outside but gentle on the inside, otherwise why would he come to pick her up from school today?

An Shijue was eating, and from time to time he felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

He looked up and happened to meet Cheng Anyue's sight.

The little girl was startled and immediately retracted her gaze, but soon she raised her head again and took the initiative to look at him.

An Shijue, "..."

This little girl, is she not afraid of him?

Yes, she is getting bolder and bolder.

His eyes fell on the plate of mushroom fried pork slices in front of him. It seemed that only a small half of the dish was left. He ate a little too much.

Cheng Anyue noticed his gaze and asked, "Master, is the food I cooked delicious?"

"It's just so-so." An Shijue replied, with a flash of emotion in his eyes.

Cheng Anyue's high emotions instantly fell when she heard this.

It turned out to be just so-so. She heard the housekeeper say that this was his favorite dish. She thought she made this dish delicious and made him happy, but she didn't expect it to be this evaluation.

However, she would not be easily defeated.

She looked at An Shijue and said seriously, "Master, don't worry, I will study hard and improve myself."

An Shijue frowned and glanced at her, "No need."

Cheng Anyue's little face collapsed instantly. Is her cooking skills hopeless?

When her grandfather was around, he said that she had a good talent for cooking. Did he lie to her?