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Chapter 113 The Ambiguous Pull-Offs of Adults

He Qiaoyun stared blankly at the rice bowl he handed her.

This was the first time a man had served her food, and the first time a man had come into the kitchen to help her. Before, she always cooked the food herself, served it, and waited for her husband and children to come and eat.

Indeed, women of all ages are moved by such small details.

Seeing that she hadn't taken the bowl he offered, Feng Jiashu asked in confusion, "Isn't that enough? Let me give you another spoonful."

He Qiaoyun snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "No, that's enough, it's just..." She paused.

Feng Jiashu asked in confusion, "But what?"

She forced a smile. "It's nothing, let's eat."

There's really no need to bring up unpleasant things from the past. Those things are in the past, and talking about them will only make you seem like you're starved for love. That's showing weakness, and showing weakness is bad; it will put pressure on him.

Besides, let bygones be bygones; it's pointless to dwell on the past.

Feng Jiashu didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he picked up his chopsticks and tasted the dishes the two of them had made together.

"It's delicious, and you gave excellent guidance," he praised without reservation.

He Qiaoyun smiled, "Then you should eat more."

She washed the vegetables, and he chopped them. Then she guided him in cooking because he said, "Since I'm here, I can't let her face be covered in cooking fumes; it's bad for her skin."

This man is so good at taking care of people; he's practically bewitching her heart step by step...

After lunch, He Qiaoyun cleared the table. "I'll do it. You cook and I'll wash the dishes. Let's divide the work."

Feng Jiashu chuckled helplessly, "Okay."

She went into the kitchen to busy herself, and her phone, which was on the dining table, rang. Feng Jiashu picked up her phone and inadvertently glanced at the male avatar flashing on the screen.

He walked into the kitchen with his phone in his hand. "Qiaoyun, there's a call for you."

He Qiaoyun's hands were covered in foam and oil. She glanced at the unfamiliar WeChat name and profile picture on the screen, assuming it was a business call, and said, "Can you answer this for me?"

Feng Jiashu was overjoyed and replied with a "okay," then pressed the answer button and put the call on speakerphone.

The call connected, and a slightly accented Mandarin voice came through the receiver: "Qiaoyun, why aren't you replying to my messages?"

He Qiaoyun's phone had been ringing non-stop lately, so she asked, "Who is this?"

"I'm Lao Zhang. We added each other on WeChat on the street, don't you remember?"

He Qiaoyun glanced at Feng Jiashu subconsciously, her right eyelid twitching. She answered the phone, "Why did you call me? Is there something wrong?"

After saying that, she turned on the tap and rinsed the water.

The sound of the running tap couldn't drown out the voice on the phone. The man, who called himself Old Zhang, said affectionately, "From the first moment I saw you, I fell in love with you. I think about your beautiful face every day. Your profile picture is me. I wonder when you'd have time? I'd like to invite you to dinner. Give me a chance, and give you a chance to find happiness, okay...?"

Before she could finish saying "okay" again, He Qiaoyun immediately took the phone, hurriedly pressed the red button to hang up, her face flushed, whether from embarrassment or annoyance, she didn't know.

Feng Jiashu looked directly at her, raised an eyebrow, and said with a hint of amusement, "Why did you hang up? He hadn't even finished speaking."

Even though she hadn't said anything, she couldn't help but avoid looking at him, not knowing what she was hiding from.

"Hmm?" The man's tone held a more scrutinizing tone. The small kitchen was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere and a lingering smell of vinegar.

He Qiaoyun looked up at him, her face burning even hotter. "It's not...it's not an important call. There's no need to waste time listening to it."

Feng Jiashu smiled with satisfaction.

When He Qiaoyun saw him smile, a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips as well. She asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Feng Jiashu looked at her, his smile widening slightly. "It's nothing."

He Qiaoyun put her phone aside and ended the conversation: "You can go out now, I need to continue washing the dishes."

Feng Jiashu agreed, "Okay."

After a moment, the kitchen quieted down, leaving her alone. But she had no heart to wash the dishes, her mind filled with his jealous questioning.

Distracted, I accidentally dropped and broke a plate. With a "crack," the plate shattered into pieces.

Hearing the commotion, Feng Jiashu, who was in the living room, rushed in. Seeing her picking up the shards with her bare hands, he quickly stopped her, saying, "Let me do it, don't get hurt."

He Qiaoyun smiled faintly and threw the shards into the trash can. "It's okay, I can do it myself. Don't get pricked."

Getting your hand cut while picking up a shard of ceramic? That's something only a naive, sweet female lead in an idol drama would do. She's someone who's done housework for decades; she wouldn't get cut so easily.

And Feng Jiashu, who joined her in picking up the fragments, is the naive and innocent female protagonist.

The bright red blood falling to the ground startled He Qiaoyun. She quickly grabbed his hand, "You're bleeding, rinse it off quickly."

She took his hand and placed it under the tap. The running water gradually diluted the blood. Her voice was filled with anxiety and tension. "I told you not to pick it up. Luckily, the wound wasn't serious."

Feng Jiashu, however, didn't care at all; his attention was entirely focused on her expression.

He Qiaoyun subconsciously turned her head, feeling the warmth of his hand in her palm, but she was reluctant to let go. She turned off the tap and asked, "Does it hurt?"

At that moment, they were very close, so close that they could see themselves reflected in each other's eyes.

Feng Jiashu looked away, and said somewhat awkwardly, "What's this? It'll be healed in two more minutes."

Seeing that his wound was still bleeding, He Qiaoyun handed him two tissues and said, "Press it down. I'll go find you a band-aid."

"it is good."

He Qiaoyun pulled out a pack of cute bear-shaped bandages she had taken from a small supermarket, which she often used when she got scratched while working.

But these cute little bears in different colors didn't quite fit his image as a grown man, so she said, "This is all we have, you'll have to make do with it."

Feng Jiashu looked at the pack of bear-shaped bandages and said with a smile, "Not bad, they're quite cute."

He Qiaoyun chuckled, tore off a piece, leaned over, and carefully applied it to him, saying as she did so, "Don't get it wet when you get back, otherwise it will get infected and hurt."

Feng Jiashu readily agreed, "Okay."

He Qiaoyun looked at the band-aid on his hand, which was a stark contrast to his elite and capable demeanor. A smile unconsciously crept onto her lips. "It's quite cute."

Feng Jiashu saw her laughing and said, "What are you laughing at, Ke'ai?"

She retorted playfully, "Did I laugh?"

Feng Jiashu raised an eyebrow, picked up his phone, and asked, "Do you want me to take a picture and show it to you?"

She instinctively covered her face with her hands, looking shy, and said, "I won't laugh anymore, please don't take my picture."

Feng Jiashu, however, couldn't resist taking out his camera to record the moment, saying, "You're quite cute too."

He Qiaoyun saw him raise his phone through her fingers, so she lowered her hands and stopped him, saying, "Oh dear, I don't look good, don't take pictures."

Feng Jiashu put down his phone, looked into her eyes, and said sincerely, "Beautiful."

These words made He Qiaoyun's face flush slightly, and she didn't dare to look at him shyly. "I didn't think so."

Feng Jiashu said, "You are very beautiful, be more confident."

He Qiaoyun nodded gently, "Mm."

She saw a saying online that if someone compliments you on your beauty, you will become more and more beautiful and confident.

Love and praise are both nourishing, whether you give them to yourself or receive them from others.