She ran away from him and was not to be offended by her sickly brother.

[As early as the moment he came back from abroad, he had already made plans to be with you and knew what difficulties he would face. how about you? Are you ready to face difficulties with Him? 】

Wen Yingying's words were recalled in her mind, and Meng Xia lost her mind for a moment. Is she ready?

She just met Mrs. Huo by chance today, and she was already in chaos. If Mrs. Huo came to find her alone...

"hiss!"

Meng Xia suddenly felt a pain in her fingertips, and Meng Xia gasped. When she looked down, she realized that she had accidentally cut her finger while cutting vegetables.

"what happened?"

Huo Xibai on the side reacted faster than her. He caught a glimpse of the blood dripping from her fingertips and frowned. However, he quickly took out the medical kit and bandaged his mouth while still mumbling, "What's wrong with you?" ? Why do you feel that you have been so distracted these past two days? Did something happen in the store? "

"No, maybe it's because I was too tired from the past two days."

Meng Xia shook her head. She hadn't told Huo Xibai about meeting Mrs. Huo yet.

"Then take a good rest. If there are not enough staff, hire more staff. Don't tire yourself out before you make any money."

Normally, Meng Xia would have retorted long ago, saying that he was not doing it to make money, but just because he liked it, so he didn't feel tired.

But today she just nodded obediently, with the word "hmm" spilling out.

After looking at her for a moment, Huo Xibai touched her head worriedly and took her temperature. After confirming that she was not sick, he was relieved and said, "Okay, don't worry about this. Let's go out to eat today."

Meng Xia nodded subconsciously, and then suddenly reacted, "Huh? But I've got all the dishes ready..."

"But what should you do if your hand is injured now?"

"It's just a small cut, not a big injury."

Meng Xia felt that he was making a fuss, so she washed her hands and prepared to continue cooking, but Huo Xibai snatched him away, "Okay, okay, you are so tired, just go and have a rest. I will cook dinner." Bar."

"you?"

Probably because Meng Xia's eyes were too direct, Huo Xibai immediately raised his eyebrows unhappy, "What? Are you afraid that I'll poison you?"

Hearing what he said, Meng Xia didn't dare to refute, and immediately smiled and said, "No, no, I am lucky to be able to eat food cooked by you."

She could lower her voice very low, stand on tiptoes and peck Huo Xibai's mouth, and then she was able to coax the man.

Huo Xibai put on her apron and started cooking. Meng Xia watched from the side as the undersized apron was stretched open on his body, and she felt a little joyful for some reason.

She didn't leave the kitchen, just stood next to Huo Xibai and looked at him. Compared to Lu Zeye's busy schedule, Huo Xibai's cooking was smooth and pleasing to the eye, but the taste of the food was not as good as Lu Zeye's.

"That's enough, that's enough. A spoonful of salt is enough."

"It says two tablespoons of salt."

"But your spoon is bigger than his."

"Okay, okay, it's ready to come out of the pot now. If you continue to cook it, it will become mushy."

"The recipe says it needs to be cooked for fifteen minutes."

"No, you use high heat and it will cook quickly."

Huo Xibai frowned, "...What kind of rubbish recipe is this!"

Meng Xia, "..."

It seems that it is not all a problem with the recipe.

Finally, under Meng Xia's command, a dinner was finished. Three dishes and one soup. Although the appearance was average, compared with Huo Xibai's previous works, the taste was already good.

"How about it?"

"not bad."

"What do you mean by not bad? It's very good!"

"puff"

Seeing the proud look on his face, as if he had accomplished something extraordinary, Meng Xia couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, very good! Just because it's in heaven, how many times can we hear it in the world."

Just as he was talking, Meng Xia suddenly caught a glimpse of something, his eyes couldn't help but pause, and he immediately pulled his hand and took a look -

There was a big blister on the back of his hand. It must have been burned by hot oil at some point.