Su Baizhou bandaged Luo Ye's scalded spot and even tied an exquisite bow on it.
Looking at his tightly wrapped palm, he could not help saying, "Senior Sister, I only scalded one finger..."
"Mm. Is there a problem?" Su Baizhou looked at him expressionlessly.
"No. Senior Sister wrapped it very well. I'll come to Senior Sister next time too."
Hearing this, Su Baizhou nodded.
If he knew how to talk, he should talk more. She liked it.
Tonight's dinner was made by Luo Ye.
Normally, even his Aunt, who was closest to him at home, never received this treatment. He had never cooked at home. On the rare occasion he did, his dark cuisine earned undisguised ridicule and criticism from his Aunt and Cousin.
So Luo Ye never cooked.
But this chicken soup was the most serious he had ever been about cooking.
Su Baizhou ladled herself a bowl and, under Luo Ye's expectant gaze, took a sip of the soup first.
Luo Ye's eyes widened, terrified that Senior Sister might frown.
Yet Fairy Senior Sister took a second sip, then a third... Before long, she had finished the entire bowl of chicken soup.
Little stars appeared in Luo Ye's eyes. The way he looked at Su Baizhou was as though he were looking at his savior... No, more like an unmatched hero.
The emotion filling his gaze could even be described as reverence.
He stared at Su Baizhou until she felt embarrassed.
"Is it good, Senior Sister?"
After hearing that, Su Baizhou hesitated for a moment before giving a professional assessment:
"The taste isn't very good."
The moment she said that, Luo Ye's exaggerated expression froze on his face.
Unwilling to accept it, he took a sip himself.
Sure enough, it was a little bland. It did taste like