Li Qingshen quickly raised his hand and grasped her fingers, lowering his head to inspect them carefully, his tone tense, "Is it serious?"
Momo's body stiffened momentarily, forgetting the pain at her fingertips. She shook her head and, seeing that he was still holding her hand, she moved slightly, trying to break free.
Li Qingshen snapped back to reality, his gaze flitting across her face for a while before he bit down on his lip and let go of her hand. Apologizing in an even tone, he said, "I'm sorry!"
Then he picked up the soup bowl and left quickly.
Momo spaced out in the kitchen for a while before picking up a spoon and walking out.
Su Chen had been about to look for her in the kitchen, but seeing her come out, he immediately pulled out the chair beside him. He waited until Momo sat down before taking his own seat.
The food Momo made might not have looked as exquisite as what they were used to, but it tasted very good.
