Upon seeing An Hao injured, he dashed over in an instant, grabbing her hand to inspect her wound.
There was a long, narrow cut on the pad of her finger, continuously oozing blood—it looked quite deep.
He quickly pressed below the wound to stop the bleeding, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapping An Hao's finger tightly. "Press it for a while, and only loosen it when it stops bleeding."
"I'm fine," An Hao said, feeling a little embarrassed to have him so worried. "It's common to get hurt while cooking; it happens all the time."
Li Junping felt guilty that An Hao got hurt the first time she helped out. "An Hao, you go and rest. Fengfeng and I can handle this here."
"It's no big deal, really." An Hao wasn't so delicate; nicks and cuts from cooking were normal, and besides, it wasn't Qin Feng's intention.
"If you're injured, don't push yourself. You go rest, I'll handle the rest," Qin Jian said firmly.
