Shen Mianmian peeled onions and garlic, peeled potatoes, chopped and washed vegetables, all of that with swift and adept movements. She didn't need Xiu Min's instruction; she knew Xiu Min's preferences and temperament well. She cut the vegetables into the sizes and thicknesses that Xiu Min liked, which saved Xiu Min a lot of trouble, and internally, Xiu Min praised her, thinking what an attentive girl she was.
After Mianmian had finished chopping the green onions and garlic, placing them in a bowl for Xiu Min's convenience, Xiu Min turned her head and saw a long scar on Mianmian's right wrist. By the looks of the scar, it must have been from within the past year, since it was so deep it must have been a serious cut when it happened; otherwise, it wouldn't have left such a noticeable mark. So, she casually asked a question.
"Mianmian, what happened to your hand?"
