"Ranran, what are you looking for?"
At the dining table, Wen Ran's chopsticks were flipping around in her plate, causing Mo Xiuchen who was next to her to look puzzled.
Wen Ran blinked in confusion, and said seriously, "I am looking for the piece of meat from your hand."
Mo Xiuchen was taken aback, then laughed, stretching his hand out to her generously, looking at her with affection, "Here, bite wherever you want."
"Xiuchen, I just can't understand, how could you cut your hand while chopping vegetables, this kind of mistake doesn't seem like something you would make."
Wen Ran, with wide-opened eyes, stared curiously at his finger, which was covered with a band-aid, but she had no idea how severe the cut was.
Mo Xiuchen served the food into her bowl, teasing her, "I cut my hand on purpose to make you feel sorry for me, but not only were you not sorry, you were looking for meat in your plate to eat. Ranran, you've hurt my feelings."
