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Shen Ting was busy in the kitchen alone.

There weren't many signs of use in the kitchen, and the seasonings on the table looked like they had just been hastily purchased by the owner, as some were even brand new and had never been opened.

The clean refrigerator was also hastily stuffed with ingredients. Shen Ting opened the refrigerator door and thought about what to cook. Finally, she took out a few dishes and decided to make something simple.

It’s not that simple to say. Shen Ting plans to make a braised eggplant, dry pot potatoes, crispy pork soup and Beijing-style shredded pork.

In fact, since Shen Ting started working, he rarely cooks for himself.

After all, he didn't learn this for himself in the first place.

Shen Ting put away his thoughts, picked up the kitchen knife and processed several dishes neatly, as methodically as if he was reading a report.

I never thought that there would be a day when I would cook for Tang Yu.

Shen Ting was in a complicated mood, and didn't notice that he was still holding the knife in his hand. He only saw a cold light flash by -

There was already a wound on the finger, and blood was gushing out of the wound.

Shen Ting reacted and immediately put his hand under the faucet.

Really...

Shen Ting looked down at the wound, a mocking smile slowly rising from the corner of his mouth, as if laughing at his own stupid behavior.

Isn’t it just cooking?

I actually think so much.

At this time, Tang Yu poked his head towards the kitchen door and said slowly: "Chen Ting, I want to order a milk tea..."

He didn't finish the sentence.

Because Tang Yu saw the bright red on those snow-white fingers.

"How did you do this?" Tang Yu strode over and walked straight to Shen Ting's side, staring at his hand.

Shen Ting moved his lips, but still couldn't speak.

Because Tang Yu frowned and said to himself: "Why are you so careless again?"

Shen Ting narrowed his eyes, "Again?"