While he was still thinking, Xue Chang 'an's voice sounded beside him, ""Wifey, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine,"
Bai Wenjing was about to reach for the bowl, but Xue Changan grabbed her hand. "It's hot, let me do it."
The clay bowl indeed transferred heat quickly. She had been scalded when she was carrying soup noodles before, so this man would intervene every time he saw her carrying food, as if he was afraid that she would be scalded.
So when Bai Wenjing thought about it, she felt warm inside.
"In the future, I'll be by your side, so don't do such a thing."
Bai Wenjing deliberately raised her chin and said, ""What kind of thing is this?“
Xue Chang 'an freed a hand to scratch her nose and said, ""Of course it's the matter of serving tea and pouring water. Your skin is so soft and tender, what will you do if you are scalded again?"
