Wen Wanzhi's eyes brimmed with tears, and she hurriedly spat the scalding dumpling into Bao Yancheng's palm.
Since she was a child, she has always had a cat's tongue, unable to handle food that's too hot.
Every time she accidentally swallowed something piping hot, her grandfather would scold her while having her spit it out into his own palm.
Wen Wanzhi hastily grabbed a piece of paper, as the tears in her eyes were about to spill over.
Perhaps when one is ill, their emotions really do become very fragile.
At this moment, she suddenly missed her grandfather so very much.
But Bao Yancheng frowned and, without any explanation, reached out to gently turn Wen Wanzhi's chin toward him.
It was only when he saw tears meandering down her cheeks that his eyes filled with worry and panic.
"Don't cry, did you burn yourself? Let me see."
Wen Wanzhi gently brushed Bao Yancheng's hand away, shook her head softly, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."