After putting a well behaved Mingzhu to bed, Mei Mei passed by Jingzhe's bedroom and he let her in quickly.
He followed her to the bed like a chick happy to its mother. "Mei Mei, what a surprise. Why are you carrying a first aid box?"
She patted the bed. "Sit down, Chen mama told me that you scalded your hand when you were cooking. Who told you to cook the goat ribs in person? Don't you know that I feel hurt when you are injured?"
Jingzhe folded his lips, hoping his ears would not give him away again.
Mei Mei pulled his hands and she observed his hands carefully. He had a reddish mark on the back of his left hand where hot water seemed to have scalded him. She raised her hand and pinched his cheek.
"Mo..no, Feng Jingzhe, don't do this next time. Your mother told me that you are good at baking and you enjoy it so I cannot stop you from doing that but as for the rest, you don't need to do it. We will have to cut the chef's salary if you take his job."
