Noticing the gaze on him, Xiao Qinghe looked up at her, and saw her staring intently at him, as a suspicious red flush appeared unconsciously on her pale face.
Feeling nervous, the fish-scaling knife in his hand slipped, cutting away a little bit of his fingernail, luckily avoiding cutting his hand.
"Hey, be careful!" She chided lightly, walked to the table, and removed the tiny piece of fingernail that had fallen on the cutting board, "You are a grown man, what if you cut your hand?"
Xiao Qinghe felt a gentle happiness inside, knowing that she cared about him.
Su Qingyue thought, losing a bit of fingernail was nothing, she had been tired all day and there was still much work to be done. In case he cut his hand, he couldn't help her clean the fish. They had to deal with the back basket half full of fish tonight, otherwise, the fish would go bad tomorrow. It would be great to have someone help with this.
"I'm fine, I will be careful." His voice was elegant and cheerful.
