Ning'an's hair was scattered, her hairband fell to the ground, and her long black hair fell down.

In a panic, she left Song Shaojun's arms, bowed her head and said thanks: "Thank you."

Song Shaojun grabbed her wrist and looked at it carefully: "It has blisters."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it later."

Ning An bent down and picked up the hair tie on the ground.

Ning An's hair was filled with the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms, which spread in the air, penetrated into every molecule, and became entangled with the smell of cologne on his body.

Ning An's heart beat violently several times, and Ning An left Song Shaojun's side.

She went upstairs to the guest room to treat the blisters.

The sky outside the window is exceptionally blue and sunny, exuding the comfort of late summer.

Green vines climbed all over the fence in the courtyard, and flowers bloomed everywhere.

Ning An treated the wound carefully and sat by the bed for a long time.

Her big, bright black eyes contained a clear and light gaze, and her face was peaceful and calm.

After a long time, she combed her hair again and tied it up with a hair tie.

Returning to the kitchen again, she saw Song Shaojun cooking.

Unexpectedly, Song Shaojun was very good at his craftsmanship.

I originally thought that he was a young man with no fingers in the water, but it turned out that Ning An was impressed.

"It smells very good." Ning An smiled.

"Has the wound been taken care of?" He was cooking, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The elegant figure has a sense of stability at home, and the whole person is elegant and peaceful.

"Okay, should I do it?"

"No, you go and sit in the restaurant."

"That's no good. We agreed that I would cook today, but you ended up working here instead. I feel bad about it." Ning An felt really embarrassed.

She just made a garlic crayfish, and she didn't even cook the steak.

"If you really feel bad, you can make a fruit platter." Song Shaoyan curled his thin lips, turned to look at her, and then returned his eyes to the pot.

"Okay." Ning An said simply.

The kitchen was very big, and while Song Shaojun was cooking, she would cut the fruits.

There are a lot of seasonal fruits in summer. Ning'an washed grapes, cantaloupe, watermelon, dragon fruit... and carefully made a fruit platter.

After Song Shaojun finished cooking the tomato sauce steak, he walked behind her.

Ning An didn't notice him coming at all.

Song Shaojun reached for the knife, picked a radish, and cut out a small flower.

He placed the radish flower decoration next to the plate and smiled: "How about it."

Ning An was surprised and looked at it without blinking. She turned to look at Song Shaojun: "How did you do it? It's amazing. Have you ever learned it?"

"No, I was bored when I was a kid. I thought about it on my own, and then I figured it out."

"Very impressive."

"It's just a small trick." Song Shaojun disagreed and said with a smile.

Ning An looked at the flower and smiled. She admired it from the bottom of her heart. It was really amazing.

The "flowers" are lifelike, as if they are real.

She doesn't know how to do it anyway.

"Does it look good?" Song Shaojun saw that she had been looking at it, "I can teach you if you want to learn, but it's just a trick to trick people."

"very nice."

Seeing that she was very interested, Song Shaojun picked another radish, slowed down and peeled it bit by bit for her to see.

Ning An looked at it very carefully.

Song Shaojun's fingers are white and slender, with distinct joints, and his movements are elegant and smooth.

After reading it once, Ning An shook his head: "It's too difficult, I won't learn anymore."

She is not a genius, and this matter is really difficult for her.
Chapter completed!