Qi Yifeng couldn't help frowning when he saw it, and his whole handsome face turned ugly.
He helped her stand up, then stood on one foot, pulled her under the faucet, turned on the water source and put her hands under the water to rinse.
After rinsing for a while, he turned off the water and checked the burnt area again, and found that it was still red.
I couldn't help but feel a wave of distress and guilt in my heart.
He rubbed it gently and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts." She sniffed, holding back the urge to cry, and looked at him with a particularly aggrieved look.
Seeing her look at her with such pitiful eyes, his heart almost broke and he blamed himself: "It's all my fault. I didn't stop you in time. I...I shouldn't have let you cook."
Didn’t you already know that she doesn’t like cooking or cooking?
How could he trust a woman who was not good at cooking to cook fried chicken wings?
"It's none of your business. I'm just hungry and impatient."
"Are you hungry? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I……."
He pulled her out of the kitchen, but after all, his legs were inconvenient and he was jumping up and down, so he couldn't hold her hand well at all.
So he chose to let go of her hand and let her wait for him in the living room while he ran to get her a medicine box.
When he came back, he sat on the coffee table, facing her on the sofa, and took out the burn ointment.
Use a paper towel to dry the water droplets on it, and then apply a thin layer of ointment.
Suddenly, a cool feeling spread over the burning and painful wound.
"Is it better? Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." She lowered her head and blew on the wound, seeming to feel better.
So she blew air on her arm again. The look was so cute and pitiful.
Qi Yifeng smiled, took her arm and blew on it gently.
He played extremely carefully and finished blow after blow.
Yang Taotao looked at his handsome face and felt that the man in front of her was really handsome.
He is handsome, gentle and considerate, and is good at cooking.
Men like this should be very popular.
She was a little unhappy, feeling that he was too perfect and worried her.
Qi Yifeng looked up at her, and when he saw that he was frowning, he couldn't help but be surprised: "What's the matter? Isn't it like this?"
She shook her head and patted the sofa next to her.
He obeyed and sat next to her instead.
She hugged his arm coquettishly and coquettishly said, "Oh, I'm so hungry."
Qi Yifeng laughed, patted her head like a puppy, and said with a hint: "I'm hungry too."
But I'm not hungry.
He sighed softly, kissed her on the cheek, and comforted her: "Just wait for me, I'll fry the chicken wings for you."
Suddenly a certain woman came back to life with full blood and looked at him with piercing eyes: "Really?"
"Of course, don't run around, just sit here and you'll have something to eat soon."
"Yeah." The little dog waggled its tail and nodded vigorously.
Qi Jufeng smiled even deeper.
She let go of his arm and watched the good man of the century walk into the kitchen.
Then she fell down and rolled around on the sofa, feeling so happy.
However, Xiang Taotao stayed there for a short time, and after the wound on her arm stopped hurting, she ran to the kitchen with a trembling pant.
The smell of fried chicken wings made her so excited that she wanted to cry.
"Are you ready?" She didn't dare to go in, but she could stand at the door and look out, salivating.
"It's almost time, wait a moment." Qi Yifeng was a little dumbfounded.