Chapter 182: Clichés

"It's not a good thing for you to trust her so much."

Ning Changxiao frowned slightly, and said this, making Lu Jingqing puff out her cheeks and look at him angrily, especially like a hamster with food in its mouth.

He didn't hold back, reached out and poked her cheeks, his cheeks immediately disappeared, and she slapped his hand away hard.

"I believe in my eye for people!"

The soup on the fire began to boil, making a lot of noise, Lu Jingjing lost the heart to continue arguing with him, and quickly turned to look at the soup.

I was just about to open the lid of the pot, but the back of my hand was burned by the diffuse heat.

"Ahh

Before the lid opened, she took a step back, took her hand, and screamed in pain.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Changxiao stepped forward, hurriedly turned off the fire first, turned around to check her injuries, and the back of her hand was already red.

He pulled her distressedly, came to the faucet, and first flushed it with cold water to cool down.

"Why are you so stupid, if you want to take the lid, won't you put on a glove first?"

While muttering, he was too distressed to talk about her.

was injured, and instead of getting a word of comfort, she was also beaten up, and Lu Jingjing was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

"You're still talking about me!"

Her eyes are red and her nose is red, and now she really looks like a little rabbit.

"Okay, okay, I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you."

When he saw her, he was about to cry, Ning Changxiao was distressed, where did he dare to talk about her, and immediately comforted her.

She held her hand aggrievedly and didn't let him see it.

As a result, he didn't expect that Ning Changxiao directly put her down, turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

At this moment, Lu Jingqing's whole body was about to cry.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, only to feel that she was really sad, she was so pitiful when she was injured, and no one hurt.

The key is why she was injured, and she was injured because she was making lotus root pork rib soup for them!

After a while, Ning Changxiao walked back again.

"Well, let me see."

He found an ointment from outside, and he didn't know where he got it.

Seeing the back of Lu Jingqing's hand, she was very distressed, Lu Jingjing glanced at him, snorted coldly, and turned her back.

The voice was muffled, full of grievances, and said.

"I don't want you to come and see."

Hearing this, Ning Changxiao could continue to calm down, and his voice immediately became stern.

"You want to mess with me, it's okay, but the problem is that you don't mess with your body, you know how much I feel sorry for you, you still have to do this."

Glancing at the back of her hand aggrievedly, Lu Jingjing only felt that the whole person was so sad.

His tone was like a father teaching his daughter.

And her daughter, who has not yet had a little bit of talent, was said by him, so she immediately turned around obediently and put the back of her hand in front of him.

"Come over here."

Seeing this scene, he took her hand and walked out of the kitchen, sat down on the side, and couldn't help but soften his tone, no longer fierce to her.

"Does it hurt?"

He knew that Lu Jingjing must be like a child, coaxing her so that she could not be angry.

In front of so many people, Lu Jingqing's image has never been a coquettish and noisy little woman.

On the contrary, it was like that in front of him.

"Painful ......"

There was still a hint of crying in her voice, and she said especially aggrievedly.

Ning Changxiao hurriedly squeezed a little ointment and applied it to the back of her hand, which was a large red patch, but fortunately it didn't blister.

The cold ointment was applied to the back of his hand, so that the temperature on the back of his hand immediately disappeared a lot, and his fingers fell on the back of his hand with a trace of heat, itchy and numb.

Shaking slightly, Lu Jingjing immediately stabilized the throbbing of her heart and bowed her head.

"It's so red, can it not hurt? Remember to bring gloves next time. ”

This time, he was no longer fierce, and his tone was much better.

"Hmm!"

Nodding, Lu Jingjing hurriedly withdrew her hand and blew on the back of her hand.

Seeing her movements, as soon as Ning Changxiao put down the ointment, he immediately pulled her hand.

He didn't say a word, just moved, blowing gently.

Looking at his movements in shock, Lu Jingjing couldn't say a word, opened her mouth several times, but didn't say anything.

"Does it still hurt?"

When he looked up at her, she couldn't hear anything she asked, but just shook her head stupidly and nodded.

Seeing her movements, Ning Changxiao frowned, not knowing if she was in pain like this, or not.

"No, I'd better have the doctor come over."

After thinking about it, Ning Changxiao planned to ask the doctor to come over.

Immediately retracted his god, Lu Jingjing jumped up in shock and grabbed him.

He was really making too much fuss, she was just burned, she didn't even blister, he was still so nervous.

"No, no, I really don't have anything to do, don't let the doctor come."

Ning Changxiao looked at her uncomfortably and confirmed it again and again.

"Are you really okay?"

"It's fine."

Nodding, Lu Jingjing was very confirmed.

I glanced at the marks on the back of my hand, because of the ointment, it was not as red as when I first saw it, and it was not serious at all.

"I'm going to take a look at the pork rib soup."

She stood up and hurriedly ran to the kitchen, Ning Changxiao was not at ease, afraid that she would be burned again.

Seeing that she was about to go to get the lid, he immediately took the gloves and stopped her movements.

"Wait, here we go again, and they all say they want to get gloves."

As he spoke, he pulled her away, picked up the lid of the pot herself, and Lu Jingqing went to take three small bowls and put the soup up.

"What are you doing with so many copies?"

Seeing her movements, Ning Changxiao looked at her suspiciously and said.

"One for you, one for myself, and one for Old Man Han, he said that he also wanted to drink the lotus root pork rib soup I made, so I was ready to make it."

As she spoke, she put the bowl in the tray, so that she was not afraid of being burned again.

Hearing her words, Ning Changxiao directly blocked in front of her and didn't let her go.

"For Old Man Han?"

Frowning, he asked.

"That's right."

Looking at him inexplicably, Lu Jingjing didn't know what was going on with him.

"Isn't lotus root pork rib soup my patent?"

Ning Changxiao said unhappily, at first, he really thought that she just wanted to make lotus root pork rib soup for him, but he didn't expect that it was not like this at all, he seemed to be the one by the way.

"Huh?"

Stunned for a moment, Lu Jingjing looked at him.

"So, you were going to do it for him in the first place, not for me, right?"