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Chapter 12 The Great Tonic Soup Stewed For Him

Nie Xiangsi watched Zhang Hui rushing to get the medicine box, caught a glimpse of someone's gloomy profile out of the corner of his eye, and secretly swallowed.

Letting Nie Xiangsi sit on the sofa, Zhan Ting looked back at Zhang Hui deeply.

Zhang Hui hurried over with the medicine box.

Open the medicine box and hand it to Zhan Tingshen.

Zhan Tingshen took out the cotton swab from the inside, and pressed the soft cotton ball on Xiangsi's injured and bleeding fingertips.

Nie Xiangsi glanced at Zhang Hui, and Zhang Hui also glanced at her, neither of them dared to show their anger.

Although it's just a small wound.

But Zhan Tingshen handled it extremely meticulously, cleaning and disinfecting, applying ointment, and then pasting it with bandages.

When everything was ready, Zhang Hui put the cotton swabs he took out of the medicine box back into the medicine box, and left the living room with the medicine box.

When Zhang Hui walked away, Nie Xiangsi moved his lips, looked at Zhan Tingshen's still dark and handsome face, and whispered, "Third Master, I'm fine."

"You are not allowed to enter the kitchen in the future!" Zhan Ting stared at her seriously and said coldly.

"..." The corner of Nie Xiangsi's mouth twitched, "I still have to cook soup for you."

"Soup mixed with your blood?" Zhan Ting hummed deeply.

This is awkward!
Nie Xiangsi babbled, and her voice became softer, "It's because, because it's the first time I'm doing it, so I'll do it a few more times, no, won't it be like this."

Zhan Ting frowned deeply, pursed his thin lips majestically, and just stared at Nie Xiangsi silently.

Staring at Nie Xiangsi until the hair on the back of her neck stood up, she twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Isn't it okay if I don't go into the kitchen?"

Nie Xiangsi was most afraid of him staring at her coldly without saying a word.

If he wants to drink her a few words and stare at her, she can still accept it.

Hearing what she said, Zhan Ting's deep and tense face relaxed slightly, his thin lips loosened, and he glanced at her fingers covered with bandages, "Does it hurt?"

Nie Xiangsi quickly shook her head, not daring to feel hurt!

Zhan Ting took a deep look at her and pursed his lips.

……

In the restaurant, Zhang Hui served the soup that Nie Xiangsi originally wanted to cook for Zhan Tingshen himself.

Zhan Ting glanced deeply, his handsome face twitched invisibly.

What this little girl is planning to cook for him is... oyster, sea cucumber and abalone soup?
Isn't this Northeast stew?
Moreover, great supplements!
Nie Xiangsi doesn't understand, the reason why she cooks this way is simply because she thinks these are more expensive, and the expensive ones are nutritious, and she can also see her sincerity.

But Nie Xiangsi didn't understand, Zhang Hui and Zhan Tingshen did.

When Zhang Hui put the soup on the table, he took a special look at Zhan Tingshen.

But Zhan Tingshen always had no expression on his face, so Zhang Hui didn't notice anything unusual, turned around and left the restaurant with his lips curled up.

Zhang Hui left.

Nie Xiangsi seized the time to be courteous, got up, took a small bowl and scooped up a bowl of soup for Zhan Tingshen, "Third Master, although I didn't stew this soup in the end, I washed the ingredients in it. This is the first time I give it to you. stew, so you must

Drink more. "

Zhan Tingshen's expression was very dark, and he was very calm when he reached out to take the soup bowl Nie Xiangsi handed over.

Nie Xiangsi watched him take it, smiled and sat back on her seat, looking expectantly at Zhan Tingshen with eyes as clear as water.

Zhan Ting raised his brows lightly and took a sip.

Just as he was about to put down the soup bowl, he saw Nie Xiangsi still staring at him.

Zhan Ting frowned deeply, not wanting to let her down after all, he raised his head and drank a bowl of soup.

Seeing this, Nie Xiangsi picked up the chopsticks and ate contentedly.

Zhan Ting's deep and thin lips parted slightly, and he let out a sigh of relief.

It is late at night.

……

The morning sunlight poured in through the cracks in the window, Zhan Tingshen suddenly opened his cold eyes, he subconsciously glanced at the bed beside him, it was empty.

This means that last night was just a dream.

Frowning tightly, Zhan Tingshen lifted the quilt and sat up.

When the sharp eyes swept over the marks on the pajama pants, they sunk deeply.

……

Zhan Tingshen went to the bathroom to take a shower, then went to the cloakroom to change.

When he came out of the cloakroom with his shirt buttoned, he saw Nie Xiangsi sitting obediently on his bed in a pure white school uniform.

A softness flashed across Zhan Ting's cold eyes.

"Third Master." Nie Xiangsi looked at Zhan Tingshen and smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"En." Zhan Tingshen waved to her.

Nie Xiangsi got up, walked towards him, and held his arm with both hands.

Zhan Ting touched her head deeply, "Don't you have to go to school today? Why are you wearing a school uniform?"

Today is the day when Nie Xiangsi's class will go on an autumn outing. If Nie Xiangsi doesn't go on an autumn outing, naturally she doesn't have to go to school.

Nie Xiangsi's long eyelashes flickered, and after she calmed down slightly, she looked at him and said quickly, "The instructor said that students who don't go to the autumn outing have to go to school for self-study."

"En." Zhan Ting nodded deeply.

Just "um"?
(End of this chapter)