I endured the severe pain and cleaned all the bowls. The burns on my hands had already been numbed by the cold water.
"Be careful of infection." A familiar man's voice came from behind. Turning around, it was him!
The gentle and sunny man I met in the kitchen last time.
"I've never introduced myself before. My name is Yao Chenguang." Yao Chenguang greeted Han Yi'er politely.
He nodded coldly, turned around and left the kitchen quickly.
She didn't want to have any more contact with the servants of this family. Now that Xiaoxuan had become a vital concern to her, having more contact with others would only increase her concern.
In the evening, Han Yi'er went to deliver food to Mr. Yun as usual.
It's just that she doesn't need to cook today's meal. After all, Butler Li's goal has been achieved, so there is no need to use this trick to frame her.
After entering Mr. Yun's room, my depressed mood gradually improved throughout the afternoon.
For some reason, every time she sees Uncle Yun, there is always an inexplicable feeling of intimacy calling Han Yi'er. Although she hates her father, she has to admit...
Deep down in her heart she still longs for her father's love.
Looking at Uncle Yun's somewhat old face, she would often think of what her father looked like and whether he was kind? Haha, how ironic.
I can't say hello to Mr. Yun anymore today, otherwise my voice will definitely scare Mr. Yun.
Picked up dinner, but...
When he picked up the bowl, the heat from the bowl spread to the palm of his hand, doubling the fire and torturing Han Yi'er.
"Si" groaned uncontrollably, and the bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and reluctantly held the bowl with his left hand, while holding a spoon in his right hand and feeding the rice into Uncle Yun's mouth.
His hands were shaking, and cold sweat on his forehead ran down his temples.
It is so difficult for me to hold a spoon, but delivering food to Uncle Yun is a responsibility and obligation. If something happens to the social worker who takes care of her mother, will she ignore her mother? No, definitely not.
Everyone must be responsible for what they do, and only by doing their best and with a clear conscience can they stand firm and be able to face greater challenges in the future.
Just be patient, now...
It will be successful soon.
But the heat of the bowl seemed to be getting higher and higher, and the feeling of panic made my head feel dizzy.
The hand holding the bowl gradually became weak, and eventually all the contents in the bowl fell on Uncle Yun's bedside and hands, and the spoon also fell on Uncle Yun's body.
It's useless, it's useless. Why do you let go so easily when you can still hold on? It's just feeding, can't you do it well? Then what big storms can you bear in the future?
Just as he was about to clean up the mess, the bedroom door was quickly pushed open. He looked back and saw Yun Aotian standing at the door with a gloomy expression...