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An Xiaojing looked back at Yan Wujing, "What breakfast are you planning to cook? It's too late for porridge now."

"How about cooking noodles for you?"

An Xiaojing thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I just want to eat noodles too."

When Yan Wujing looked at An Xiaojing, there seemed to be light in his eyes, he rubbed An Xiaojing's hair and got up and got out of bed.

"I'll get up now to make you breakfast, you wait, I'll be fine soon."

An Xiaojing watched Yan Wujing's back entering the bathroom, and as he watched, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

When that thought flashed by, An Xiaojing was stunned, he couldn't believe that he would dream of Yan Wujing...

"An Xiaojing, what are you thinking?!" An Xiaojing knocked on his head heavily, and then muttered softly.

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An Xiaojing went downstairs after washing up, and when she entered the kitchen, she saw Yan Wujing cutting tomatoes there.

He walked to the pot and took a look. The noodles had already been put into the pot, and the hot water and the noodles were bubbling and bubbling in the pot.

An Xiaojing walked up to Yan Wujing's side, and asked with a smile, "Are you going to cook me tomato and egg noodles?"

"Ah."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wujing's finger was accidentally cut by a knife. The wound was quite large, and blood flowed onto the cutting board.

Seeing this, An Xiaojing immediately took Yan Wujing's finger and rushed to the faucet, but the blood still didn't stop.

An Xiaojing asked anxiously: "Where is the medicine kit? I have to help you bandage the wound quickly. Tetanus is not good."

Seeing An Xiaojing's anxious appearance, Yan Wujing smiled even more happily.

"Why are you laughing? You can still laugh when your finger is cut off?"

"This little injury is okay." Yan Wujing just wanted to test An Xiaojing, so he pretended to accidentally cut his finger with a knife. He had a good grasp of the force and distance. The juice just made the wound look big.

"Don't look at it as a minor injury, if it is not treated properly, it will be easily infected."

An Xiaojing was too lazy to chat with Yan Wujing, so he went to ask the housekeeper for a medical kit.However, by the time he got the medical kit, Yan Wujing's wound had already scabbed over.

An Xiaojing looked at Yan Wujing's wound, pursed his lips, and looked down at the medical kit in his hand.

"Forget it, let's put a band-aid on it symbolically."

Yan Wujing lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, he said, "Xiao Jing, you are so cute."

An Xiaojing gave Yan Wujing an angry look.

"I'm a man, how can the word cute be used on me?"

"Boys have the right to be cute too."

"How old am I? I'm already an old bacon. Cute is the proper term for little fresh meat. It has nothing to do with me."

"Cute and ageless."

An Xiaojing squeezed Yan Wujing's finger sticking to the Band-Aid severely. He lowered his eyes and pretended to be angry and said, "That's enough for you. If you talk again, I'll beat you up."

As soon as the words fell, An Xiaojing suddenly smelled a burning smell. He frowned and looked confused, looked at Yan Wujing and asked, "Do you smell anything? It seems to be burning."

Yan Wujing's face darkened instantly, and he said with a magnetic subwoofer voice: "It seems that the noodles in the kitchen are overcooked."

An Xiaojing rolled her eyes helplessly, "In the future, I'd better go out to eat directly, or let the chef prepare it, so stop cooking."

An Xiaojing rushed into the kitchen in a hurry, but luckily the housekeeper got into the kitchen in time to dispose of the pot of burnt noodles, otherwise such a fine mansion would be burned to carbon.