The soup spilled all over the floor, and the bowl shattered.
"Oh dear, Miss, it's alright, I'll clean it up." Aunt Yang quickly pulled Ouyang Maomao, who was squatting next to the broken bowl, to her feet.
Ouyang Maomao tiptoed and pulled at the housekeeper, Yang Ma, saying, "I'm so sorry, I rarely cook during the four years I've been abroad, and I really burned myself just now."
As she spoke, the soup on the ground gradually spread, and Ouyang Maomao reached out to pick up the broken pieces of the bowl.
“Let me do it, Aunt Yang. You know me. When I was in high school with Shengjun, I often came to Shengjun’s house for meals. Back then, I often helped you clean up and even assisted Shengjun. Go get the mop and mop it. I’ll clean up this dish.”
The housekeeper recalled what she looked like when she was young, and seeing his young master marry Su Wanwan, he felt very unhappy.
Ouyang Maomao looked up at the housekeeper gently, "Go quickly, Aunt Yang. When Shengjun comes down and sees that I broke another bowl, he'll probably laugh at me again."
The housekeeper listened to Ouyang Maomao quite well. He recalled that when his young master was a freshman in high school, he came home for dinner and Ouyang Maomao broke a bowl. He kept laughing at her for being clumsy. At that time, the two of them chased each other and played around in the Jiang family villa.
Yang Ma knew that Ouyang Maomao was stubborn; if she said one, Yang Ma wouldn't say another.
"Then Miss, you'd better be careful."
After saying that, she got up and went to get the mop, leaving Ouyang Maomao to pick up the broken bowls.
Jiang Shengjun and Ouyang Maomao just came out of the elevator and walked into the kitchen, where they saw Ouyang Maomao picking up bowls by herself.
Su Wanwan hurriedly ran to Ouyang Maomao and squatted down to help her pick up the broken pieces of the bowl.
"Why are you cleaning up all by yourself? Where is Aunt Yang?"
Ouyang Maomao looked up and laughed, insisting on picking up the bowl herself and not letting Su Wanwan interfere. She explained, "Aunt Yang went to get the mop. It's okay, I'll do it myself, so I won't be laughed at by someone again."
Seeing Su Wanwan reach out to pick up the shards, Jiang Shengjun followed suit, saying, "Let me pick them up. I'm a man, my hands are a bit rough."
Just as Su Wanwan reached out to pick up the shard, Jiang Shengjun noticed the crescent-shaped scar on her index finger and felt a pang of heartache.
He gently touched Su Wanwan's hand and said, "I'll pick it up. You two women, go and sit down properly."
Su Wanwan handed the broken pieces of the bowl to Jiang Shengjun. Seeing that Ouyang Maomao was also squatting beside her, she wanted to create an opportunity for the two of them. "Alright then, you're the man, you clean up."
As she got up, Ouyang Maomao took the shards of porcelain bowl from Jiang Shengjun's hand and placed them in her own, saying, "Jiang Shengjun, you should go sit down. I was the one who broke this bowl. I'll clean up my own mess so you won't laugh at me like you did when we were kids."
Jiang Shengjun chuckled and stood up as well. "Alright, since you insist on doing it yourself, then Wanwan and I will go sit down and wait for dinner."
Jiang Shengjun got up and sat down next to Su Wanwan. He reached out and pulled Su Wanwan's chair, which was far away, closer to him, and placed his hand on Su Wanwan's lower back.
He wanted Su Wanwan not to misunderstand, that he still loved her very much.
At the same time, Ouyang Maomao accidentally cut her hand while picking up a shard of a bowl, and blood gushed out instantly, but she didn't say anything and let the blood flow.
Seeing that Su Wanwan and Jiang Shengjun were sitting very close together, she smiled and said to Su Wanwan, "Wanwan, you don't know, back in high school I ate at his house every day. When he was little, he insisted that he wanted to be a chef when he grew up, and he wouldn't let Aunt Yang cook. So I helped him with the cooking. He even said that if he became the head chef, I would be the assistant chef. The food he cooked at the beginning was really bad. I would break the bowl every time I served soup. Back then, I laughed at him for his bad cooking, and he teased me for being so timid. It was so funny."
Su Wanwan listened and felt a warm feeling when she thought about the scene, but she couldn't bring herself to smile.
If it weren't for her, perhaps Ouyang Maomao would be the one marrying Jiang Shengjun right now.
Jiang Shengjun held Su Wanwan's slender waist in his warm palm, glanced at her, and then explained following Ouyang Maomao's recollection: "I have always regarded Miss Ouyang as my younger sister since I was a child, so we sometimes tease each other like brothers and sisters."
After saying this, he leaned close to Su Wanwan's ear and whispered, "Wanwan, please don't misunderstand, I don't like Ouyang Maomao."
After listening, Su Wanwan politely removed his hand, moved the chair away, and said, "Mr. Jiang, it's time to eat. If you don't want my chopsticks to poke your face, please move a little further away from me so that I can easily pick up the food."
Jiang Shengjun had a bad feeling, always thinking that Su Wanwan was trying to get away from him.
When Ouyang Maomao saw this scene, she felt a pang of pain in her heart, but she knew that the best competition was no competition at all.
She bet that Jiang Shengjun would one day be unable to live without her.
Yang Ma then grabbed a mop to clean the floor and noticed bloodstains. She loudly asked Ouyang Maomao, "Why are there bloodstains? Did Miss hurt her hand?"
These words caught the attention of Su Wanwan and Jiang Shengjun.
Ouyang Maomao awkwardly hid her injured hand behind her back: "No, no, I'm fine. Let's eat."
The more she tried to hide it, the more Su Wanwan felt that she was injured. In the past, she would have immediately gotten up to check on Ouyang Maomao's wound.
But now, she wants to use this injury to gauge Jiang Shengjun's immediate reaction.
Jiang Shengjun, on the other hand, seemed indifferent, casually picking at his food and eating.
Swallow it all.
The air was eerily quiet.
At this moment, Aunt Yang spoke up, "Young Master, why don't you bandage Miss's hand? You've always bandaged her hand before, so you know her better..."
"housekeeper!"
Jiang Shengjun's voice is extremely powerful.
The air fell silent once more.
"Butler, you should know perfectly well what you should and shouldn't say after all these years in the Jiang family."
Yang Ma paused in silence, thinking to herself: You three crazy old folks are really something else.
Su Wanwan finally understood. It turned out that they used to be so close that they even personally bandaged Ouyang Maomao's wounds.
Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Ouyang Maomao tried to ease it by boldly showing off her recent cut. "It's okay, it's okay, Wanwan, Shengjun, Aunt Yang, don't worry about me. I know the Jiang family well, I know where the medicine is, I'll go get it myself and bandage it myself."
Seeing that Jiang Shengjun remained unmoved, Su Wanwan got up and walked to Ouyang Maomao's side to check her wound, saying, "Where's the medicine? I'll bandage it for you."
Ouyang Maomao led Su Wanwan to the place where Jiang Shengjun often kept the medicine, and soon found it in the Jiang family's study.
As Ouyang Maomao walked, she said to Su Wanwan, "When we were in high school, Shengjun and I often did our homework and read together in this study. I used to catch colds often and often bumped into things, so he kept medicine in the study. I didn't expect that the place where he kept the medicine wouldn't have changed over the years."
While listening, Su Wanwan bandaged her wounds and said, "Don't worry, Maomao, I will divorce Shengjun as soon as possible."
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