What happened after was inevitable. They were scalded, of course.
Li Shouji and Xiaoyi put down their chopsticks at the same time and began to hiss and stick out their tongues. It was obvious that they had been scalded quite badly. They really should have thought better since the food was fresh out of the pot.
Jiang Danhe looked at Li Shouji in disdain. Then, his gaze was attracted by the transparent strips in the bowl.
"Hey, what's this transparent strip? The appearance is rather interesting."
Jiang Danhe picked up the potato noodles and studied them curiously.
Xiaoguo looked helplessly at the few seated at the table. Two were screaming from the heat, while one was observing the noodles without tasting them.
Xiaoguo and Zhuang Zhuang looked at each other helplessly, then rushed forward to help them.
Zhuang Zhuang poured water for Xiaoyi and Li Shouji while Xiaoguo explained to Jiang Danhe about how the noodles were made.
