"Ah---" Qiao Fei screamed.
"Bang!" The bowl of porridge fell to the ground, spilling porridge everywhere.
Since the restaurant had wooden floors instead of carpet, the bowl didn't break when it hit the floor, but the porridge was everywhere.
Qiao Fei looked at Gu Yi'an, feeling helpless, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Did it burn you?" Gu Yi'an hurriedly asked.
Qiao Fei nodded, then shook her head, "No, it didn't burn me. I'm sorry, Anan. I was too impatient. The porridge was too hot, I..."
"It's okay, as long as you weren't burned. You go rest, I'll clean this up." Gu Yi'an smiled.
Qiao Fei kept apologizing, but Gu Yi'an, feeling helpless, refused her offer to help and began to clean the floor herself.
Just as she was about to clean the floor, she suddenly realized that some porridge had splashed on her own foot.
The freshly cooked porridge was scalding hot, burning her foot, and it was quite painful.