Just as Bai Qingqing finished stir-frying the last dish, Curtis stuck his hand into the pot of soup. Upon touching the scalding hot liquid, he instantly retracted his hand, then swiftly plucked out a mushroom from the pot.
As the food in his hand was too hot, Curtis could only stuff it into his mouth. He swallowed the mushroom without even chewing it. With his lips pursed, he coughed twice.
Bai Qingqing scooped out the stir-fried spinach with egg and inadvertently saw Curtis's mouth moving, and also noticed a trace of oil by the corner of his lips.
"You ate the mushroom?" Bai Qingqing's heart ached for him. She picked up a small towel on the firewood nearby and helped him wipe his mouth. "I'd already fed it to the short-winged bird. You were scalded, weren't you?"
Curtis grabbed Bai Qingqing's petite hand and kissed it. "I'm still worried."
Incredibly touched, Bai Qingqing obediently sat in Curtis's arms and waited for food.