Kung Fu Competition

"Alright, let's rest for a while." Xiao Fen said.

Steamed Bun withdrew his aura. His forehead and nose were covered in sparkling sweat. His face was red and his breathing was heavy.

Zi Su quickly took a towel and some tea — she had an incomparable amount of patience for Steamed Bun.

Yi Qingqing often joked that she was a stepmother after saying that the steamed buns were made from perilla.

Steamed Bun said obediently, "Thank you, Aunt Zi."

After he drank the water, his gaze was focused on Zi Su. He was eager to give it a try, but was hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Zi Su smiled and asked, "Is there anything else you don't dare to say to Aunt Zi? Come on, tell me. When I was away, you suffered. "

Yi Qing, "..."

Steamed Bun said, "Aunt Zi's kung fu is very, very good, isn't it?"

Zi Su nodded. "Did someone bully you?"