Song Xiyue couldn't imagine that scene at all. Did he cook with a knife when he was a child?
Song Xiyue couldn't help feeling distressed when she thought of that picture.
Song Xiyue was silent for a while, then she asked cautiously and softly, "Did you cook by yourself when you were young?"
Qin Junnian heard Song Xiyue's question, and the movement of chopping vegetables in his hand stopped, "Well."
Although is just a simple word, Song Xiyue can probably understand that Qin Junnian seemed to have experienced a lot when he was a child.
Song Xiyue's heart twitched.
He is obviously the eldest young master of a wealthy family, so why did he cook by himself when he was a child?
He was still young then.
Even the parents of ordinary families are reluctant to let their children cook, let alone a top-notch wealthy family like the Qin family.
"Your family should have hired servants to cook, right?" Song Xiyue eagerly wanted to get to know him.
Qin Junnian lowered his head and cut vegetables without speaking, and no one could see his expression clearly.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was a little quiet, only the sound of Qin Junnian cutting vegetables was quiet.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
Song Xiyue felt a little stuffy in her heart, and felt that she seemed to have mentioned something she shouldn't have mentioned. She said a little guilty: "I'm sorry, if you don't want to say it, you can leave it alone."
Qin Junnian put the chopped vegetables on the plate and prepared to stir-fry.
He explained softly: "No, it was because I had to take care of my mother when I was a child, so I learned to cook."
Song Xiyue suddenly remembered that when she went to the hospital before, she heard Qin Junnian's grandmother say that his mother died when she was very young.
Thinking of this, Song Xiyue couldn't help feeling sorry for him.
Song Xiyue hesitated, opened her mouth and said, "Did you have a hard time back then?"
"I didn't feel hard at that time." Because his mother was there at that time.
Thinking of the past, when Qin Junnian spoke, his voice was low.
There seems to be too much emotion hidden in his voice.
Qin Junnian was serving a good meal, and when he turned his head, he saw Song Xiyue's red eyes, and there was still a mist in his eyes.