Sheng Tianci was seriously chopping a piece of winter melon. His movements were so practiced that they surprised her.
As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head and met her gaze. Then, he boyishly smiled at her.
Song Wanqiu's ears warmed as she hurriedly looked away and continued cooking the dumplings.
When she saw that the dumplings had been cooked, she immediately retrieved a plate to put them in. In her rush, the hot water that splashed out of the pot scalded her, and she sucked in a deep breath.
Sheng Tianci immediately looked at her when he heard the noise. He saw that the back of her hand had been scalded, and a hint of worry appeared in his eyes. "You got scalded? Are you okay? Hurry up and soak your hand in cold water."
He took the plate from her and even turned on the tap for her.
Song Wanqiu put her hands under the cold water and washed them. Soon, the pain died down, and she felt a little awkward. "Sorry, I was too careless."