Soon, all the hot dishes were served. This time, Long Chenjue could not wait to pick up his chopsticks and take a bite.
After eating, he praised Jian Xiaomo's craftsmanship and criticized the chef of the manor. In the end, Jian Xiaomo's mouth twitched as she listened.
Could this man not be so fickle? He had just criticized her dishes for being useless, but in the blink of an eye, he praised them like a flower. She was speechless.
At night, Jian Xiaomo felt so sleepy that she could not open her eyes. She immediately lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Long Chenjue stretched his limbs and walked out of the study. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw Jian Xiaomo sprawled on the bed. She seemed to have fallen asleep.
He frowned and walked over quickly. He was about to carry Jian Xiaomo and put her down. When he raised his arm, he found that one of Jian Xiaomo's fingers was red. It seemed that Jian Xiaomo had rubbed off a layer of skin. There were dried blood marks on it.
Long Chenjue's face turned green instantly. He shouted to the outside, "Ba Luo."
Ba Luo heard the voice and thought that something big had happened. He immediately ran in.
Long Chenjue waved the wound on Jian Xiaomo's hand and asked, "What happened?"
Ba Luo finally let out a sigh of relief. He thought that something important had happened. He immediately let out a sigh of relief and said, "When I was in the kitchen today, I saw Miss Jian cutting vegetables, I accidentally bumped her." He still wanted to say something.
Long Chenjue's cold and stern eyes had already shot over. "Cut your hand and give it back to her."
Ba Luo lowered his head and said with an aggrieved expression, "At that time, I also advised Miss Jian not to do it. However, she said that it was fine and immediately rinsed it with water before continuing to cook."
No matter what, Miss Jian was still the master. As a servant, he was naturally powerless.
"Useless thing. Scram," Long Chenjue immediately said.
Ba Luo lowered his head and said, "Yes." He was just about to walk out.
"Bring the bandage and ointment up," Long Chenjue ordered coldly from behind.
Ba Luo immediately obeyed and went to do it.
Not long after, the ointment and bandage were brought in.
Long Chenjue immediately undid the ointment and was about to apply the ointment on Jian Xiaomo's hand. Seeing his Young Master's clumsy look, Ba Luo said, "Young Master, let me help you."
As he spoke, he was about to touch Jian Xiaomo's hand.
Before his hand touched Jian Xiaomo's hand, he heard Long Chenjue's cold warning. "Ba Luo, do you want your hand to be crippled?"
Hearing this, Ba Luo immediately stopped. He immediately realized that he had broken the Young Master's taboo. The Young Master hated it the most when others touched his favorite things.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Get out." Long Chenjue glared at Ba Luo coldly again.
Ba Luo did not dare to say anything else and immediately got out.
Only Long Chenjue and Jian Xiaomo were left in the room.
Long Chenjue carefully picked up Jian Xiaomo's hand and looked at the wound on Jian Xiaomo's hand. Suddenly, he could not help but kiss Jian Xiaomo on the wound.
Jian Xiaomo felt an itch on her finger while she was sleeping. She immediately curled her finger.
Long Chenjue saw that the dried blood on the wound had been cleaned. He then picked up the ointment and applied it on it clumsily. Finally, he picked up the cotton pad and wrapped it around Jian Xiaomo.
After everything was done, he gently picked up Jian Xiaomo and put her in a comfortable position. He was about to leave.
Jian Xiaomo suddenly turned around and hugged him.