Xirong fuchen laughed helplessly. He wasn't afraid of Huang Luoxiu laughing at him, so he went straight to the kitchen.
He was really worried about Duan Jintian, especially when she was cutting the fruit with a knife. He was really afraid that she would cut her hand.
He would feel heartache, and that kind of heartache was something that others could not understand, only he knew.
When Xirong fuchen entered the kitchen, he saw Duan Jintian cutting fruits with a knife.
His entire body tensed up, and his heart was in his mouth.
Xirong fuchen didn't dare to make a sound. He was afraid that Duan Jintian would get distracted and really cut her hand.
When Duan Jintian was done cutting a dragon fruit, Xirong fuchen said,"be careful with the knife. Give it to me, I'll do it."
As he spoke, Xirong fuchen took the knife from Duan Jintian's hand and began to cut various fruits nimbly and elegantly to make a salad.
