C40 Nervous Cut My Hand

[040] Nervous, cut his hand

Being willful was fine, but it had to be on different occasions.

Ling Zhanyi stubbornly handed over the spoon and coaxed: "Ziyang, taste it. If it doesn't taste good, you can puke it out. "But what if it tastes good? What if it suits your appetite, wouldn't it be a huge loss if you don't eat it?"

Su Ziyang's dodging movements slowed down, and he heard Ling Zhanyi say: "Try out my skills!"

"Didn't you already taste it yesterday? Why are you still so eager? " Su Ziyang rolled his eyes and looked at Ling Zhanyi suspiciously, "Didn't you cook yesterday?"

"..." How is this possible!? I was the one who did it! " Ling Zhanyi shamelessly refuted, at the same time, he did not forget to continue feeding the naughty boy, "If you eat properly, I'll show you my knife skills."

Su Ziyang could not refuse to let him go. In the end, he opened his mouth and took the egg soup out of the spoon.

"Hmm …" Slippery yet not greasy, it carried a sweet scent, not yet the fishy smell of an egg, not to mention the dull and tasteless taste of an egg, there was something added inside it, Su Ziyang who had always hated eating eggs, and rarely savored it.

Ling Zhanyi had been observing his expression the entire time. Seeing that he did not frown, but instead had a face full of aftertaste, he handed another spoonful over proudly. Delicious? Another sip? "

Su Ziyang took another bite, and then reached out to take the bowl and spoon, "I'll do it myself. You should go and show off your cutting techniques! "

"…" Ling Zhanyi was speechless, but he could not do anything either. He turned around and went into the kitchen and picked up a carrot to start slicing it.

The five fingers of his left hand had been cut, but fortunately, he was able to put them away quite freely. The wound was not deep, but at least he had a bit of blood. Otherwise, he wouldn't have wrapped so many Band-Aids around his fingers.

Su Ziyang leaned on the doorframe and ate the egg drop soup as he watched Ling Zhanyi cut the radish. During the meal, he nodded repeatedly, "Not bad, not bad … Have you practiced it? "

Ling Zhanyi was shocked when he heard it, and almost cut his finger again. He slowed down his blade slightly and continued to persevere. "I was born with this!"

Su Ziyang laughed, scooped up the last piece of egg into his mouth, and mercilessly exposed him: "Enough, enough, stop acting. Don't think that just because I am usually so carefree and casual, you will think that I am really blind. Why do you think that I am blind just because there are so many Bandages on your left hand?"

Ling Zhanyi's hand trembled, and this time, the blade really did hit the back of his left hand.

Ling Zhanyi sucked in a cold breath of air, he quickly threw the blade aside and raised his left hand to take a look. Luckily, there was a pile of Band-Aid that blocked the blade and did not cut any flesh. Otherwise, there would be another wound on his hand.

However, Ling Zhanyi was a little depressed, he had practiced for so long last night, why was he still not proficient enough?

A pair of hands reached over, and Ling Zhanyi couldn't help but to pass his left hand over. Su Ziyang held his left hand that was riddled with scars, looked left and right, and then curled his lips: "I thought there was a deep cut, but I didn't see one …"

The corner of Ling Zhanyi's mouth twitched. Looking at the nearby Su Ziyang, he finally found an excuse why he wasn't proficient in sabresmanship today.

Because this little thing was watching by his side! He was nervous!