Qiao Yun took mistake-making seriously, which was actually quite cute.
Li Hanzhou didn't speak; he just watched her with a faint smile.
Qiao Yun hesitated for a moment, then made another cut and said in a soft voice, "Look, it's crooked again."
"..."
"Kid, stop lying."
Li Hanzhou looked at Qiao Yun's fingers, round and well-shaped, definitely not the hands of someone who cooked often.
Li Hanzhou wanted to see Qiao Yun's embarrassed expression, but her face showed only calm and sincerity.
"You're talking about me behind my back."
So, punishment was in order.
Li Hanzhou paused, carefully recalling in his mind when he had spoken ill of Qiao Yun.
Moreover, he didn't believe he would speak ill of her.
"I didn't say it."
"You did."
Li Hanzhou was taller than her, so Qiao Yun had to look up, her clear eyes earnestly gazing at him.
Saying she looked like an old granny with a wrinkled face.
