My host knocks cute

Chapter 897 The Counterattack of the Ugly Swan (40)

Zuo Xuan's hand was hot red, and when Su Qingyu touched it, he felt intense heat under his fingertips.

The soup that just came out must be hot.

"Come on, quickly rinse with water to lower the temperature." Su Qingyu dragged Zuo Xuan to the faucet, turned on the switch and rinsed for a while.

The servant has already brought over the medicine for the burn, wiped off the water, and then began to apply the medicine.

Su Qingyu lowered her head and stared intently at the wound on Zuo Xuan's hand, squeezed a little ointment on her finger, and then spread it evenly on the wound.

When applying it, Zuo Xuan felt that the skin was cool.

Zuo Xuan saw that Su Qingyu's eyelashes were trembling, fearing that his gaze would meet her eyes, so he moved down a little.

As a result, seeing Su Qingyu's bright red mouth, Zuo Xuan's throat grunted, and he looked away.

What is he thinking?

It's just an ugly girl, is it worth him?

Feeling the temperature from Su Qingyu's fingertips, Zuo Xuan was upset, and suddenly pushed Su Qingyu away, snatched the ointment from her hand, "I'll do it myself, you go and fill out the wontons, don't make me wait gone."

"Oh... oh..." Su Qingyu was pushed, stunned for a moment, and went back to the stove to fill out the wontons.

There are four bowls in total, she, Zuo Xuan, and Zuo father each have a bowl, and the remaining bowl is a spare.

If Father Zuo still wants to eat after eating, he can serve the rest of the bowl.

Su Qingyu gave Zuo's father's bowl to the servant aunt, and brought another bowl to Zuo Xuan.

Because he was pushed just now, Su Qingyu didn't have a good tone to say to him, "It's breakfast."

Putting down the bowl, she went over to serve her share.

There were tables in the kitchen, but those were servants' tables.

"Hey! Su Qingyu, bring this bowl of mine to the dining room, and I'll go there after applying the medicine." Zuo Xuan is not a servant, and he will not eat in the kitchen.

He is a young master, can he be like others?

Unexpectedly, Su Qingyu didn't even glance at him, with wonton in his mouth, he said indistinctly: "You don't have hands yourself? Didn't you see that I'm busy!"

"My hand was burnt, do you insist on letting me serve the bowl? What if I get burned again?" Zuo Xuan shook his scalded hand.

Su Qingyu was so annoyed by him, this Zuo Xuan would make a fuss.

She kindly helped him apply the medicine, but he just pushed her and let her do this and that. She is a chef, not a servant!

"Young master, why don't I serve it." The servant at the side saw an unknown anger rising between the two of them, and hurriedly walked to Zuo Xuan and said.

"No need, go away." Zuo Xuan waved her to stand away, "Su Qingyu, don't forget that my hand was injured because of you, okay? You will die if you hold the bowl?"

"What's wrong with dying, I won't move! Drive me away if you have the ability!" Su Qingyu turned around and yelled at him.

The two quarreled inexplicably, and the noise became louder and louder, attracting all the butlers outside.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" As soon as the butler entered the door, he smelled gunpowder smoke, and suddenly saw Zuo Xuan applying medicine, and hurried over, "Master, are your hands all right? Do you want me to call?" Call Dr. Liang over?"

Zuo Xuan: "No, get out of the way, don't bother me."

Zuo Xuan got up and went out. He didn't take any medicine, and he didn't eat any wontons.

Looking at Zuo Xuan's back, the housekeeper was at a loss, walked up to Su Qingyu and asked, "Miss Su, what happened just now? Are you all right?"

(End of this chapter)