As soon as Bi Xia entered the living room, he was instantly awakened by the aroma of food. He had been drowsing a bit in the car, but now he was fully alert, kicking off his shoes and darting straight to the dining table. He picked up a delicate soup dumpling with his hand and bit into it.
"Mmm!!!"
Bi Xia had assumed that the soup dumplings would have cooled down after such a long time. To his surprise, the moment he bit into it, the piping hot soup inside gushed out. He couldn't spit it out nor swallow it, so he tilted his head back, using his hands to fan his mouth desperately.
"Did you burn yourself?" Qin Zhan hurriedly poured a glass of water for the boy, "Why are you in such a hurry? No one's going to steal your food."
After downing some cool water, Bi Xia slowly chewed the dumpling, "Delicious!"
