you look a little handsome

Chapter 170

"Come on! Try this braised crucian carp!"

At the dining table, Mr. Fan cooked seven or eight dishes with great interest.

It was rare for the house to be so lively. He, an old man who had been deserted for so many years, finally felt lively.

When people get older, they just want to see a scene full of children and grandchildren, enjoying themselves in harmony.

Mr. Fan had a satisfied expression on his face.

Luo Weiwei didn't like to eat fishy food, so she just tasted it symbolically and didn't move much.But she could feel that Mr. Fan really put a lot of effort into cooking.

"It's delicious! You can go directly to the food show on TV!" After she praised Mr. Fan with Zhao He'an, she sneaked a glance at Fan Yihang who was sitting opposite her.

Fan Yihang's expression looked a little cold, of course it was not much different from his usual, but she just felt the difference.This difference comes from the fact that Fan Yihang didn't look directly at her since he sat down, but instead handed Qin Qianqian his chopsticks!
Well, although he also helped Zhao and An to deliver...

She sighed inwardly, feeling that she was really careful, and had agreed to compete fairly, but Fan Yihang just politely handed Qin Qianqian a pair of chopsticks, and she got angry 380 times in her heart.

Just as he was fascinated by watching Fan Yihang, Fan Yihang suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her.

Luo Weiwei was startled, the chopsticks holding the short ribs loosened, and the soup splashed her hand.

When the pork ribs were served, they were still bubbling and the temperature was very high, and they were full of oil. With such a splash, her hands immediately turned red.

"Ah! This..."

Just as old man Fan exclaimed, Fan Yihang on the opposite side had already put down his chopsticks and stood up.

"I'll take her to deal with it." Fan Yihang said, pulling Luo Weiwei, who hadn't quite reacted yet, into the kitchen, and pouring cold water on the burnt part.

Luo Weiwei felt the pain only after she realized it, but with the cold water "chilling", the pain was not so strong.

She even smiled and said, "Is it not compatible with your family? Why are you always injured in your family?"

The tone was obviously joking, but Fan Yihang was silent for a while, raised his eyes to look at her deeply, and said, "From now on...be more careful in my house."

Luo Weiwei: "...What? I was joking."

She realized that she couldn't joke with Fan Yihang, he would take everything she said seriously, and she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

However, even though his hands were burned, at least Fan Yihang did not look like he was ignoring her just now.

Although her hand hurts, she is very happy in her heart. She has even used bitter tricks for Fan Yihang!

"Still laughing? Looks like it's not too hot." Fan Yihang turned off the tap and said, "Then go back and eat."

"Don't—" She hastily turned on the water from the tap with her other hand, and said, "I'm smiling at the suffering! I'm smiling, and I'm MMP in my heart!"

Fan Yihang frowned: "What do you mean?"

Luo Weiwei: "...It doesn't mean anything, it just means that my hands are very painful. After the ice is finished, you have to take me upstairs to apply medicine! After all, this is an injury I suffered at your home, and you have to be responsible."

She brought her thick skin to the extreme, and Fan Yihang's eyes revealed some helpless emotions.After her hands were almost washed with cold water, she was really led to apply the ointment.

In fact, although the broth was soupy, it was not enough to apply medicine. She just wanted to talk to Fan Yihang alone, and by the way, to test whether there was a wind blowing at that time, or someone upstairs heard her conversation with Qin Qianqian.

Seeing the two of them going upstairs, Qin Qianqian, who was still eating, couldn't sit still.

"I'll go up and see if I need help."

However, she was stopped by Zhao He'an before she could put down her chopsticks.

"You are a guest, let Ah Hang handle this trivial matter. You eat first, if you are really worried, I will help you go up and have a look."

Old Master Fan nodded and said, "Yes, Qianqian, you eat yours, I think it should be fine."

Fan Zeng Ming said so, Qin Qianqian couldn't hold on anymore, fearing that something would be seen, so he continued to eat absent-mindedly.

Damn Luo Weiwei, she even used bitter tricks!Shameless!
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upstairs.

It was still the room where the medicine was applied last time. Fan Yihang took out the medicine box, handed the burn ointment and cotton swab to Luo Weiwei, and said, "Can you apply it yourself?"

Luo Weiwei originally wanted to paint it herself, but when Fan Yihang asked, she immediately shook her head: "I can't paint it, I can't paint it. I hurt my right hand, and my left hand is not good enough. I can't paint it!"

Fan Yihang: "..."

He silently looked at Luo Weiwei, who was obviously acting, but still sighed, pulled a chair and sat down helplessly, and said, "Put your hands on the table."

Luo Weiwei obediently put her hands on the table, watched Fan Yihang apply the ointment on the cotton swab, and then used the cotton swab to help her apply the ointment little by little.

The ointment is refreshing and cool, and it also smells like cooling oil.

Luo Weiwei looked at Fan Yihang who was earnestly applying the medicine for herself, looked at his indifferent facial features but soft eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Fan, where were you when I went to the bathroom?"

Fan Yihang didn't speak, just looked up at her.

Luo Weiwei panicked, and tried to hide it by saying, "I just came out and couldn't see you, so I felt a little curious."

Fan Yihang lowered his eyes, continued to apply the ointment, and replied in a very flat tone: "I'm going to pick up Zhao He'an."

"Pick him up? Didn't he help me send someone home?"

Fan Yihang reminded: "He is not from Yucheng."

It is equivalent to saying that I have sent others home safely, but I have lost my way.

While Luo Weiwei felt it was funny, she was relieved.

Fan Yihang went to pick up Zhao Hean, which meant that there was really no one upstairs at that time, but she and Qin Qianqian were too nervous, and they were a bit wary.

"Okay." Fan Yihang stood up.

"Thank you!"

After explaining the matter clearly, Luo Weiwei felt extremely relaxed. After going downstairs, she ate another big bowl of rice, and her appetite improved.

"Stay here to eat at night, and I'll cook the shrimp again." Mr. Fan said enthusiastically.

After Qin Qianqian found out that she had dinner at Fan's house, she couldn't stay brazen enough to stay, but just as she was about to refuse, Qin Qianqian agreed first.

"Then I will bother you." Qin Qianqian said very politely.

"Don't bother, don't bother. It's too late for me to be happy when someone eats with me, an old man."

After dinner, Luo Weiwei went home to get homework. Zhao He'an said they wanted to go out to digest food, so they went out with Luo Weiwei.

Taking advantage of this gap, Qin Qianqian knocked on Fan Yihang's door with her math homework book.

Mr. Fan has gone to his daily lunch break, and now is a rare time for her to be alone with Fan Yihang.

"Dong dong dong."

After knocking on the door a few times, Qin Qianqian cleared her throat, tucked the hair on her forehead behind her ears, and clasped the homework in her hands tightly with both hands, her heart pounding.

However, no matter how nervous she was, she had to take this step.

Luo Weiwei was right, it was useless for her to stop Luo Weiwei blindly, the most important thing was to make Fan Yihang notice herself.

"Who?" Fan Yihang's light voice came from inside.

Qin Qianqian tightened her palms and replied, "It's me, Qin Qianqian."

(End of this chapter)