Confess you in early winter

When returning home from get off work, someone is waiting in the house. This feeling is also a bit subtle for Su Ci, and he is not used to it yet.

The girl seemed to know what she was thinking, this hug went to the end, passing the bright enthusiasm to the woman who was tired all day, but she was not greedy for the warmth in this embrace, before Su Ci felt that she was too close and overstepped, she Back away very consciously.

Su Ci put down his coat with a natural expression, and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water.

Seeing the child following behind like a little tail, the corner of the woman's eyes slightly bent, and asked her, "Are you still used to it? Is there anything missing in the house?"

Yan Chu swayed beside Su Ci with his hands behind his back, and replied, "I'm used to it, I don't lack anything."

Half a cup of warm water moistened his throat, and Su Ci didn't know what to say for a while.

She has always been used to being silent. She used to live alone, and when she returned to the house, she faced four walls, and the only source of sound was the TV.

But now that the children are in front of her, she can't keep silent.

Just when the woman was going to have a casual chat with Yan Chu, the girl said first, "Sister Su, the sandwiches this morning are very delicious. Did you make them yourself? How did you do it?"

No need for Su Ci to painstakingly choose topics that can be communicated with the children, Yan Chu astutely assumed the role of speaking actively.

The woman's expression is relaxed, the topic has started, and it is much easier to continue the conversation.

After resting for 2 minutes, Su Ci put down his water glass and walked into the kitchen. Yan Chu didn't make another application, but naturally followed in, walked around the woman and asked her what she was going to do tonight.

Girls seem to be curious about everything, but they have to ask about everything they don't know.

Su Ci patiently responded to her words, not only introducing the dishes, but also introducing the methods one by one.

Yan Chu listened carefully. Seeing her eagerness to help, the woman took out a few potatoes from the plastic bag: "Can you help me peel the potatoes?"

"Yes, yes!" The girl agreed, and took the two potatoes that Su Ci handed her with both hands.

How easy it is to peel potatoes, Yan Chu thought it would be a piece of cake, but when she actually got started, she was very embarrassed to find that the seemingly simple operation was not very proficient for her who didn't help the kitchen very much at home.

But Su Ci was not in a hurry to use the potatoes. Seeing that her movement with the knife was a bit dangerous, he told her: "Be careful, don't scratch your hand, don't worry."

"Okay!" Yan Chu agreed.

The knife fell, and the potato flew out of his hand.

There were strange-colored scratches on the white fingertips, and soon blood beads oozed from the edge of the cut, forming a stream, and dripping down her fingers.

"Hiss—" Yan Chu took a deep breath, his expression was dull, and he was still holding the scraper in his right hand.

The wound didn't look long, it was about one centimeter wide and about two millimeters deep. The pain was transmitted to the brain by the nerve endings nearly half a minute late, and she felt a dull pain from the wound.

Su Ci was cutting vegetables with his head down, and was startled by the sound of potatoes falling, and raised his head to ask, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing!" Yan Chu subconsciously put his hands behind his back, hiding the finger he had just cut.

This suspicious movement made the corners of the woman's eyebrows twitch. She immediately put down the kitchen knife, and quickly approached Yan Chu with a rare serious expression: "Stretch out your hand."

"...It's really all right." Yan Chu looked at her stubbornly, trying to die.

She is so incompetent in housework, Su Ci may not allow her to enter the kitchen in the future, even if she is scolded by Su Ci, she will not give up the opportunity to continue helping in the kitchen.

Seeing her like this, Su Ci didn't understand: "Did you cut your hand?"

Yan Chu pursed his lips and did not answer.

Su Ci sighed, the kitchen lights shone on her face, and the drooping eyelashes covered her dark pupils, Yan Chu's heart felt cold, and she panicked for a while.

But she spoke again, not in a reproachful tone, her voice lowered a little, gentle and soft: "Be obedient, stretch out your hand and let me have a look, the knife wound must be disinfected immediately, otherwise it is easy to get infected."

Facing the woman's tolerant and expectant eyes, the little girl's heart collapsed every inch of her body.

Obviously unable to hide it, Yan Chu lowered his head and stretched out his injured left hand dejectedly.

The wound was not treated in time just now, and a lot of blood has flowed out now, and even dripped a few drops on the floor tiles along her fingers.

Seeing the knife wound on the girl's index finger clearly, Su Ci frowned, and immediately dried his hands, took two paper towels to wipe off the blood between Yan Chu's palms and fingers, and dragged her to the living room to sit down.

Then I found the medicine box and took out the cotton swab and povidone iodine skillfully.

"It might hurt a little, bear with it a little bit." The woman comforted Yan Chu with a gentle voice, supported the back of Yan Chu's hand with her left hand, dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant with her right hand, and carefully cleaned the wound.

Yan Chu's gaze was firmly fixed on the woman, Su Ci lowered her head, the cold white light in the living room illuminated the top of her hair, her slender eyelashes flickered from time to time, and her expression was serious and serious.

After the wound was cleaned, he sprinkled some medicinal powder that would help the wound heal, and put a band-aid on it.

"Don't get any water on the wound for the next two days." The woman threw the used cotton swabs and wrapping paper into the trash can, raised her head and told Yan Chu, "The wound is not deep, pay more attention to it, it should heal soon."

Yan Chu listened silently, and when Su Ci finished speaking, she curled up her fingertips and whispered, "Sister Su, am I stupid?"

I can't do a little thing well.

The woman didn't expect her to say this, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes, and then she tapped Yan Chu's forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "Why do you think so? Whoever swore before that you can learn anything, now Where are you going, are you going to give up?"

"No, I won't give up, I just feel like I'm stupid." Yan Chu pouted and muttered, "If you peel potatoes, you'll get your hands cut off. You'll definitely not want me to help you cook in the future."

In terms of learning, she has always been strong, learns everything quickly, and has always been the focus of all the stars. She has never felt uneasy and unconfident like this.

Su Ci's eyes sparkled slightly, and he understood why the little girl refused to let her look hurt.

She suddenly didn't know how to answer.

The girl's sincere sincerity was too hot, and it was hard for her not to be shaken by it, but every time her heart throbbed, she was enveloped by a deeper sense of guilt and guilt.

She was afraid that she was not good enough to bear the weight of this heart, and she was also afraid that her meekness and tenderness would waste Yan Chu's most beautiful and splendid time.

So a dilemma.

The woman's silence seemed to confirm what she said, Yan Chu suddenly felt sad, the corners of his mouth were about to twitch, trying not to let the woman in front of him see the fragility of his heart.

Then, the woman touched her head.

"Little fool." Su Ci's tone was gentle, "How come you don't know how smart you are? You can get the first grade in every exam, and your brain is so easy to use. If you don't pay attention, you will set me up. It is hard to guard against. Than Fox after fox, you think you are stupid, and there are no smart people in the world."

She gently held Yan Chu's hand, avoiding the injured fingers, and held the girl's palm: "No one is born with these things, don't worry, it doesn't matter if you do it well, just take it little by little, Don't let yourself get hurt again."

Yan Chu couldn't hold back the red eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Then can I help you in the kitchen in the future?"

"Of course." Su Ci answered her, trying to speak more frankly, "I used to be at home, but most of the time I was too lazy to cook, because it's boring to work in the kitchen alone, but it's different when you're here."

You are different.

My heart beat so fast, I couldn't stop.

One second I was so sad that I wanted to cry, and the next second my face was flushed, and I couldn't do it anymore.

Women don't seem to be good at talking like this. Under the light, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dodging. Before she finished speaking, she let go of Yan Chu's hand and stood up, and hurriedly changed the subject: "It's been a while, are you hungry?"

The girl regained her strength, and pinched out a small piece with her injured index finger and thumb: "A little bit."

"Then I'll make dinner." Su Ci said as he was about to go to the kitchen.

Yan Chu immediately stood up and quickly followed behind her.

Su Ci paused, "You can..."

Before she finished speaking, Yan Chu smiled and winked at her: "Since Sister Su can't do without me, then of course I will go to the kitchen to cook with Sister Su."

Even if she does nothing, she is an obstacle in the way.

Su Cimei's eyes widened, a look of surprise appeared on her usually indifferent face.

You can really change the concept secretly, if you give some color, you have to open a dyeing workshop, what do you mean you can't do it without you?

Then the blush on the woman's cheeks became more conspicuous than before, and she couldn't laugh or cry: "Really!"

What it was, she couldn't tell.

The reserved gentleness of a woman is completely vulnerable to the child's deliberate and shameless pestering.

Yan Chu was sure that Su Ci would not refute or refuse, she relied on the woman's repeated soft-heartedness to walk to her step by step.

Su Ci shook his head helplessly, and walked straight into the kitchen without saying anything.

The girl followed behind her, and stopped at the door of the kitchen consciously, no longer obsessed with going in to help.

Leaning against the door frame, she saw that Su Ci rolled up his sleeves again, picked up the potatoes that had been peeled a few times in the sink, skillfully peeled them, rinsed them, and cut them neatly into pieces for later use.

The woman wore a light purple shirt today, the first seam was not fastened, her long hair was casually tied into a ponytail and scattered behind her shoulders, and a delicate and soft white neck was exposed at the neckline.

She wore a bear-print apron in front of her, which was incompatible with her own capable dressing style, but blended in very skillfully.

Yan Chu couldn't help but think of the rows of succulents on the balcony, and the bear boy who accounted for the most of them.

She has reason to suspect that this woman with a clear temperament unexpectedly has very cute preferences and aesthetics.

I like cute little animals.

"Sister Su." Yan Chu tilted his head, looked at Su Ci's profile, and called softly.

The woman was busy washing vegetables, but she didn't turn her head when she heard the sound, she just said, "Huh?"

The girl's smiling eyes were bent, and she didn't know how many times she confessed: "I like you."

She couldn't help but like this woman.

The author has something to say: I have been here with my parents for the past two days, dealing with people and things, there are many things, the update time is not stable, I will go back tomorrow, please bear with me