The service was absolutely spot-on, lest the hot soup scald him.
Mo Liancheng took the bowl from her hand and sipped slowly.
"Be careful, it's hot," Qu Tan'er said softly, laughing, gently reminding him again.
The two sitting opposite had different expressions on their faces.
At that moment, Chinu Yama wasn't paying attention, and exclaimed "Ah!" as she was about to lift the teacup, but carelessly let the freshly brewed tea scald her fingertip.
"What happened? Did it burn you?" Mo Yihuai immediately showed concern, grabbed her hand to check, and even gently blew on it a few times, his affection clearly evident.
Wasn't that a bit too much?
Qu Tan'er blinked, and Mo Liancheng placed a piece of meat in her bowl, "Don't look, eat your food."
"As you command, my lord."
On the other side, Chinu Yama whispered, "It's nothing, just accidentally got a bit scalded."
"If you wanted tea, you should have told me." Mo Yihuai picked up the so-called hot tea and gently blew on it too.
