Fortunately, the skin was only lightly scratched and nothing serious.

Li Luo found a small medical kit from the cabinet of Ying Chanxi's house. He dipped a cotton swab in some iodine and disinfected Ying Zhicheng's body.

Then I covered it with a band-aid, and basically everything was fine, except that if I went to cook again, my fingers would definitely hurt a little.

"Uncle Ying."

"Um?"

"It's not convenient for you to cook with your hands. How about I do it?"

"Ah?" Ying Zhicheng frowned, tried to hold the knife by himself, and made two gestures with his left hand, but it still felt a little painful, "Can you do it?"

In fact, he only cooked for a while when he was taking care of Ying Chanxi at home after his wife passed away.

Later, when I became completely busy with work, I never touched the kitchen again.

But even so, he is still more reliable than this guy Li Luo.

"Believe me, it'll be no problem." Li Luo patted his chest and assured, "My family runs a breakfast shop after all, and I learned a little bit from my dad."

After hearing what Li Luo said, Ying Zhicheng hesitated a little.

But thinking about Li Luo's results in getting admitted to the No. 1 High School, and Li Luo's various styles and attitudes after meeting today, Ying Zhicheng finally nodded: "Then you give it a try, and if it doesn't work, I'll do it."

"good."

Li Luo accepted the job, glanced at Ying Zhicheng's food preparation, picked up a kitchen knife, and sliced ​​half of the last pork belly into shreds.

The sound of the kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board was rapid and crisp, making Ying Zhicheng raise his eyebrows.

You call this learning a little bit?

Just the skill of chopping vegetables is not something that a beginner can do.

After preparing the dishes, Li Luo looked at the chicken soup that Ying Zhicheng had cooked before, took out a bowl and set it aside, just in time for stir-frying to enhance the flavor.

Then, Ying Zhicheng felt that Li Luo had changed.

The dishes were poured into the pot accurately, and after being stir-fried by Li Luo, the kitchen was immediately filled with aroma.

One thing to say, seeing this skillful posture, Ying Zhicheng felt that even if the taste was average, it would definitely be much more delicious than the one he fried himself.

"When did you learn to cook?" Although Ying Zhicheng's finger was injured, he still had no problem helping to carry the dishes occasionally. When he was helping, he couldn't help but ask.

"I've been helping out in the store every day recently, and I'll be fine if I take a closer look." Li Luo joked, "Uncle Ying, it's rare for you to come back. If you want to give Ying Chanxi a surprise, you should cook this dish today."

"That's so embarrassing."

"Uncle, don't be polite. I come to your house every day to play on the computer. What's the point of cooking a meal?" Li Luo said while frying, "Besides, it's not a crime of war. Isn't this an injury to my finger?"

Just get there."

When Ying Zhicheng heard what he said, he stopped talking, which was regarded as acquiescence.

By the time the dishes on the table were all cooked, it was already past five o'clock in the evening.

Li Luo cooked a table of dishes, which were delicious and delicious, and waited for people to come over.

At this time, Li Luo's cell phone rang.

He washed his hands, wiped them hard on his apron twice, then turned on his cell phone and found that it was a call from Ying Chanxi.

So he gestured to Ying Zhicheng and answered the phone.

"Hello? What's going on?"

"Li Luo, where are you now?" Ying Chanxi asked in a low voice.

"It's at your home." Li Luo said, "What's wrong? I've already sent your clothes to the bedroom for you."

"Oh, thank you." Ying Chanxi said, "But I didn't bring an umbrella when I went out today. When I came out, I got on the bus with my classmates, but we didn't get off at the same stop. Can you pick me up at the bus stop?

Can I take a moment?"

"Okay, how long until we arrive?"

"It's like ten minutes."

"OK, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Li Luo looked at Ying Zhicheng.

Ying Zhicheng nodded to him: "Then you go pick it up and I'll clean up the kitchen."

"Okay, I'll go first."

Li Luo walked out of the kitchen, put on his shoes, took his own umbrella at the door, and then took Ying Chanxi's umbrella with him.

Then he went out, held an umbrella, walked into the rain, and walked towards the nearest bus stop.

…

On the bus.

Liu Shaowen was sitting in the third row of seats, staring at the rearview mirror of the driver in front of him for several minutes.

Ying Chanxi was sitting in the seat at the back door of the bus and could be clearly seen in the rearview mirror.

As the long-term second grader of Yucai Middle School, Liu Shaowen has always had a special feeling in his heart for the figure of the first grader.

He is the No.1 in the key class, and Ying Chanxi is the No.1 in the parallel class.

Although the two of them didn't interact much when they were in school, they only chatted a few words when they participated in competitions.

But in Liu Shaowen's spiritual world, he should have been in close contact with the God of Yingchanxi for a long time.

After all, in the huge Yucai Middle School, I am the only one who can keep up with her progress.

Especially when it comes to the independent enrollment stage of Attached No. 1 Middle School.

There were 27 students in the school who were successfully admitted to the No. 1 Middle School, but the only ones in the top 40 were Shaowen and Chan Xier.

The summer vacation advance class in Attached No. 1 Middle School is directly divided into four classes based on their grades.

Liu Shaowen and Ying Chanxi were naturally assigned to the same class.

It has to be said that there is a kind of fate entangled in it.

Liu Shaowen is quite tall and good-looking. Except for his dark skin and wearing glasses, he has no other flaws.

When I was in Yucai Middle School, I received many love letters from girls privately.

But because he already had Bai Yueguang in his heart, Liu Shaowen ignored it.

But he often inquires, and Ying Chanxi has received several love letters recently.

If the number was similar to his own, Liu Shaowen would feel relaxed and content, feeling that this was the fate between the two people.

There are many similar things.

For example, every Monday, the school invites outstanding student representatives to speak on stage.

Over the past three years, he and Ying Chanxi have been arranged to speak on stage the most times.

And when it comes to awards from various schools, their two names are often indispensable.

Liu Shaowen's favorite place to go is the bulletin board where the school's rankings are posted every month after the monthly exams and mid-term and final exams.

Because there, he would always be pinned down by the Yingchan River and unable to turn over.

But no one can take away his second place.

Now when he came to the summer early class at the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School, he and Ying Chanxi were the only ones in the class who came from Yucai Middle School.

This made him feel a special bond, as if he had incarnated the attributes of a guardian knight, always thinking of doing something for Yingchan River.

It's like it rained heavily today.

He found that Yingchanxi did not bring an umbrella.

So when school was over in the evening, he deliberately packed his schoolbag early, went downstairs to Yingchanxi, the only way out of school, and waited quietly with an umbrella.

In his fantasy, Ying Chanxi came to the exit of the teaching building, raised his hands to cover his head, and looked at the dense rain in front of him, with a cute and distressed expression on his face.

At this time, he was standing nearby, seemingly unconsciously catching a glimpse of Ying Chanxi's annoyed expression, so he asked in a very casual tone: "Are you going to take the bus home?"

After chatting like this, he chuckled again: "I'm on my way, I'll see you off."

The fantasy is beautiful, and Liu Shaowen is waiting at the exit of the teaching building.

But Ying Chanxi did not come out alone. He was also accompanied by Ying Chanxi's female deskmate during this period.

The two people walked into the rain holding umbrellas and walked towards the bus stop.

The illusion is shattered in the first act.

But it doesn't matter.

Liu Shaowen avoided his father who came to take him home, followed him on the bus, and found a seat in the front row to sit down.

The female deskmate and Ying Chanxi probably got off the bus at different stops, so I still had a chance.

At that time, you can pretend to be a classmate who got off at the same station, and then hold an umbrella to take her home.
To be continued...