Zheng Xiaoting emerged from the kitchen carrying two bowls of noodles.

She was speechless at the sight before her!

She froze in place.

"Ah!" Zheng Xiaoting screamed.

The noodles were too hot, and the porcelain bowl wasn't insulated. Zheng Xiaoting had been burned!

Zhang Chen, hearing Zheng Xiaoting's screams, quickly took the bowls and chopsticks, fetched a basin of cold water from the yard, and fetched toothpaste.