Sure enough, Fu Shengqing couldn't help but let out a low cry. Everyone looked at him. He wanted to spit out the hot substance from his mouth, but that would be impolite and unsightly. So, he had to bear the pain and open his mouth slightly to inhale some cold air.
"You got burnt, didn't you sir? Let me get some burn ointment from my sister," said Fang Guizhi cheerfully and then ran out, fearing his laughter would burst out if she stayed any longer.
Once she was in the kitchen, she couldn't resist laughing but fearing that the guests would hear, she had to cover her mouth tightly. Her shoulders were trembling non-stop, showing how hard she was laughing.
"Oh boy, I'm laughing so hard that my stomach hurts!" It took Guizhi quite a while to recover.
Bai Ruozhu handed her a cup of tea, saying, "Didn't you say you were going to get burn ointment for him? This tea will help him if he drinks it."
