Nalan Chunbo pulled her hand under running tap water to wash the wound.
Wen Shan was shocked by Nalan Chunbo's gesture. When she looked up, there was no expression on his face but he was frowning slightly.
There was a tiny cut on her finger. After he had washed off the blood, he dragged her out of the kitchen. He dried the injured finger with a towel then wrapped it with a plaster.
Nobody spoke during the whole process, but Wen Shan was trying hard to suppress her overwhelming happiness.
Did this mean he was concerned about her too?
"Don't force yourself to do something you're not familiar with," said Nalan Chunbo indifferently before walking into the kitchen.
Wen Shan said nothing.
She felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water over her head and she could feel the cold and numbness deep in her bones.
She admitted that she did not know how to cook seafood porridge because she had not practiced making it enough.
