It was rare to have someone to help carry things, so Qiu Lingyang bought a lot of them without any ceremony, and then ordered the men next to her to carry them.

She couldn't eat anything that was not easy to digest at night, so she planned to make porridge with fresh lean meat and vegetables, which was delicious, nutritious and easy to digest.

When Shang Xufeng heard that he was eating porridge again, he immediately objected: "I haven't eaten anything since I returned to City A today. I'm very hungry."

They returned to City A at two o'clock in the afternoon, and the time now is ten o'clock in the evening. He probably went to the hospital when he came back, and he probably didn't have time to eat.

Qiu Lingyang thought for a while, he must be really hungry, so he decided to cook two dishes.

Shang Xufeng took off his coat and followed into the kitchen: "How can I help?"

"No, you should go out and wait." She glanced at him, but she couldn't tell that this second generation ancestor was someone who knew how to cook.

"This young master said that he wants to help." He said in a more serious tone, saying that if he wanted to help, he would help. When it was her turn, she would say no.

Qiu Lingyang gave him a stunned look, who is this person? But she still compromised: "You can wash these green peppers."

"Okay." He was as excited as a big boy.

After asking him to wash the vegetables, she took down the cutting board and chopped lean pork, preparing to stir-fry a portion of shredded pork with green pepper.

"Qiu Lingyang, from now on you cook for me every day, and I will be responsible for helping you." He looked very excited while washing vegetables, and whistled as he spoke.

If the person who said this was not Shang Xufeng, but any other ordinary man, then she would definitely think that the other person was serious.

But the other party was Shang Xufeng, so she couldn't believe it. Maybe even he himself didn't know how long his enthusiasm would last.

Qiu Lingyang shook her head, what was wrong with her? Is it because she had a little relationship with him that she had to think of herself differently?

She reminded herself not to forget that he was Shang Xufeng, not someone she could trust, and not to be upset by his occasional tenderness.

"Qiu Lingyang, do you hear what I'm talking about?"

"Ah -" Qiu Lingyang was stunned for a moment, and the knife in her hand cut her index finger, and blood immediately came out.

"You idiot." He scolded angrily, quickly grabbed her fingers and put them into his mouth to suck.

His fingers were sucked into his mouth and they felt a little numb. Qiu Lingyang shrank and tried to retract her hand: "It's okay to cut this little skin."

"What do you mean it's okay? Ah?" He glared at her fiercely, and his face darkened, "Does it mean you have to cut off your finger to be okay?"

"..." Qiu Lingyang was silent again. This injury is indeed a minor matter, and it's not like she has never been injured before. Is there any need to make such a fuss?

"You stupid woman." He scolded her viciously, and at the same time looked at her wounds with heartache. Only when no new blood stains came out, he took her back to the hall.

He asked her to sit down and brought out a large medicine box.

"Where did this thing come from?" Qiu Lingyang remembered that she had never prepared these things at home.

He didn't say anything and started disinfecting and bandaging her.

Qiu Lingyang then took a serious look at her room. It seemed that before she knew it, great changes had taken place in this room.

His belongings are everywhere in the house, and it's obvious that he completely regards this place as his territory.
Chapter completed!