Huo Yingjie saw He Tiantian acting this way and was even more delighted. Pointing at the plump dumpling on the table, he said, "Look, this dumpling is white like your skin; its belly is bulging, just like your puffed-up baozi face..."
She could accept the white skin, but what was he talking about with a baozi face? Did she really have that much flesh on her face?
"I am not a baozi face. I don't have wrinkles on my face," He Tiantian retorted, "You're the one with a baozi face, you're the one with a big meat filling for a baozi face."
Huo Yingjie was startled, then realized He Tiantian didn't know what baozi face meant.
"Alright, I'm a baozi face with wrinkles, and you're a mantou face, okay? Smooth on top, soft and fluffy," Huo Yingjie surrendered, stretching his hand to pinch He Tiantian's face, leaving two floury fingerprints on it.
He Tiantian didn't dodge, and Huo Yingjie got her right, turning her into a little calico cat.