Lu Jingheng was certain that her hand was fine when she first arrived in the morning.

Now, three of my fingers are red and swollen, and they look unsightly.

Xia Zimo looked at Lu Jingheng holding Xu Rubao's hand, his nervous expression so obvious.

She was stunned. He had never even touched her hand before, and now he was holding it.

Moreover, her hands looked oily; had his OCD been cured?

Lu Jingheng became even angrier seeing that she didn't say anything. "Xu Rubao, are you deaf? Do I have to repeat myself?"

Seeing Lu Jingheng looking like a lion with its fur standing on end, Xu Rubao subconsciously glanced at Xia Zimo.

Xia Zimo felt a little guilty, so she quickly glared at her, signaling her not to talk nonsense, or she would be in trouble.

Xu Rubao pulled her hand back. "Mr. Lu, I was accidentally hit by the cutting board in the kitchen just now. It looks serious, but it's nothing serious. It doesn't hurt."

Lu Jingheng's expression did not soften at all after hearing her words.

Worried that Lu Jingheng would find out that she was the one who stepped on it, Xia Zimo quickly changed the subject, "Aheng, she said it's nothing, so it must be nothing. I'm a little hungry, can you tell her to make us something to eat?"

Originally, Xia Zimo thought it was a very small matter. She stepped on her hand, and she was just an ugly girl. It was no big deal.

However, she was surprised to see Lu Jingheng's nervous expression, which she had never seen before. He was so worried about that ugly girl.

Before Xu Rubao spoke, she was even worried about what Lu Jingheng would do to her if Xu Rubao said that she was the one who stepped on it.

Fortunately, the ugly girl was sensible enough, and she silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Lu, I'll go in and fry the steak. It'll be ready soon."

For a medium-rare steak, the cooking time needs to be carefully controlled; if the steak is overcooked, it won't have the right texture.

Xu Rubao is quite strict with herself. Although she has never cooked steak before, she took out her phone, set a stopwatch, and tried her best to meet their needs.

After a while, two exquisite steaks and two salads were served.

She knew that steak should be paired with red wine.

"Mr. Lu, would you like a bottle of red wine?"

"In the wine dispenser, bring over the second bottle from the left that's already opened."

Xu Rubao nodded and went to open the wine bottle.

Xia Zimo looked at the steak; its appearance was passable, if not terrible.

She tried a small piece, and naturally it couldn't compare to the Michelin-starred chefs in the restaurant.

If it were before, she would definitely have looked down on Xu Rubao, but since she hadn't revealed anything about her hand, she decided to let her off the hook for now.

Xu Rubao opened the red wine, brought in two stemmed glasses, and poured the wine for them.

Lu Jingheng noticed that there were only two steaks available. So, what would she eat for lunch?

He frowned slightly. "What are you having for lunch?"

"I'll just eat whatever I want."

Xu Rubao answered truthfully that the steak was only enough for two people, and she didn't dare to be so extravagant, saying that she would also eat steak.

Anyway, she's not a picky eater, so she'll eat any noodles she's cooked.

Lu Jingheng slammed the knife down, the sound echoing clearly in the restaurant.

Xu Rubao and Xia Zimo were startled. Xia Zimo carefully observed Lu Jingheng's expression. Could it be that he was dissatisfied with the steak, and that it was indeed not as well-cooked as that of a star chef in a restaurant?

Xu Rubao was nervous. This Lu Jingheng was simply sick. He was moody all the time and would lose his temper at the drop of a hat. He was really hard to please.

Otherwise, if she had signed that agreement, she really would have called him a pervert...