Traveling through the mall: the rough man is wild and flirtatious

Su Qingyuan seldom praises people, let alone someone of the opposite sex.

Yan Nancen's eyes became visibly better again, as if because of this sentence, the whole person's mood became better.

"How is Yuan'er's injury?"

Su Qingyuan moved her right shoulder blade, "It still hurts a little when I move it, but the scab has already formed. Your medicine is better than the previous one."

In fact, it took too long, so the scabs healed slowly.

When the two returned home, the two children greeted them, both scrambling to call their mother.

Yan Nancen joked, "Why do you only remember mother? Don't you call me father?"

The laughter on the faces of the two children disappeared in an instant, because in their opinion, this was a sign that their father was angry.

They didn't dare to speak anymore, they looked at Su Qingyuan with big round eyes.

Su Qingyuan turned her head to look at Yan Nancen, "You can call the child whoever you want, why are you such a bitch, a big man?"

"Come on, go into the house, mother bought you delicious food."

Children with mothers are good, not only delicious food, but also delicious food, as long as mother goes out, they will have delicious food.

The two followed Su Qingyuan into the house, looked at the snacks bought by their mother, and ate them with smiles on their faces.

Su Qingyuan led Yan Nancen into the kitchen. He was not as familiar with the kitchen as Yan Qiyu. In the past, he always dealt with it, even a few children followed him.

"Okay, sir, I'm going to cook the meal."

Making a fire was not a big problem for him, Yan Nancen, it was so simple that he felt that he could handle the kitchen work.

But the following various side dishes, all kinds of cutting, although cutting is not a troublesome thing, it is just too cumbersome.

And this kitchen knife is not as easy to pick up as a long sword.

Seeing his clumsy appearance, Su Qingyuan was a little worried that he would accidentally scratch her hand.

"Slow down, don't scratch your hands."

"No, I'm hissing." Before he finished speaking, there was a gasping sound.

Su Qingyuan just stood beside him, and when she heard his movement, she hurriedly looked over, "What's wrong? Did you scratch yourself?"

Yan Nancen felt that this was simply too embarrassing, he could be cut up even if he cut a dish, and he would lose face to General Yan if he said it.

He hid his hands back, "There's nothing wrong, you go out first. I'll call you after I cut it."

It was obvious what was going on at a glance from his movement, Su Qingyuan looked at him, "Take out your hand and let me see."

Yan Nancen shook his head, unwilling to take it out.

Su Qingyuan said calmly, "Yan Nancen, I'll just say it once, take out your hand now."

Her aura was strong and full of oppression. Yan Nancen swallowed, and finally obediently took out his left hand from behind.

The index finger of his left hand was already covered with blood, Su Qingyuan glared at him, "You are a general, you kill people like melons and vegetables, what do you call it?"

He opened his mouth to explain, but when he saw Su Qingyuan turned around and ran out of the kitchen, he thought she was angry.

"Yu'er."

No one answered his cry, but after a few breaths, Su Qingyuan went back and forth, and when she came back, she was holding a bundle in her hand. Obviously, this bundle was the one that Yan Nancen used to change her dressing.

Just as Yan Nancen was about to speak, Su Qingyuan interrupted, "Sit over there."

Yan Nancen could only reach where she was pointing, and then saw her unpacking the bag, rummaging through it to find the medicine powder to stop the bleeding, and then sprinkled it on his bleeding index finger.

"Yuan'er, it's just a little skin injury, it's not a problem." He didn't pay attention to this small injury at all, and he didn't even pay attention to the kind that was ten times more serious than this injury.

After all, he has experienced more serious injuries, and this minor injury is nothing in his eyes.

"Sit down, don't talk now." Su Qingyuan carefully stopped the bleeding from his wound.

The wound is definitely not serious compared to the injured wound, but in terms of cutting vegetables, if the flesh and blood can be overturned, it is serious.

Yan Nancen didn't dare to speak anymore, so he kept his eyes on Su Qingyuan, the way she slowly applied medicine to herself, the way she bandaged herself, he didn't let go of anything.

"Yu'er."

When Su Qingyuan is doing things seriously, she only likes to be verbose, and doesn't like being verbose, "Why? Talk about things if you have something to do, don't talk if you have nothing to do."

Yan Nancen shut up tightly and didn't speak.

Su Qingyuan quickly healed the wound, straightened up and said, "Let's deal with it casually tonight, I'll cook the noodles, you go out first."

"I'll help you"

"No need, if you hurt yourself somewhere else, I don't know how to explain to the two kids outside, you go to study with Gu Yun."

Yan Nancen was disgusted, and he didn't dare to say that he wanted to stay by her side, so he could only obediently leave the kitchen.