The dishes were just out of the pot and were a little hot.
Cheng Anyue carefully walked forward, but her gaze unconsciously fell on the man at the head of the table.
He was looking at her, the emotions in his eyes a little blurred under the light.
She walked in front of him and placed the food in front of him. She said in a low voice,""Young master, this is the dish I made. Please try it ..."
Before she could finish, a cold voice interrupted her,"who told you to do it?"
Cheng Anyue was shocked, and her body trembled as she took a step back.
She lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake."I'm sorry, I ..."
Suddenly, she felt her hand being pulled up.
She looked up and saw an Shiyu holding her hand, his eyes fixed on the blisters on the back of his hand.
She felt that her gaze was hotter than oil. She couldn't help but want to look away, but her hand was held tightly by someone.
"It doesn't hurt?" He suddenly asked.
