"No, no need to go, I've already finished making the meal," Jiaojiao said, rolling her eyes at her elder brother in secrecy and awkwardly chuckling a few times in Feng Xi's direction.
Feng Xi took her slightly rough hands in his own, his face flushing, "My sister, she's returned, and she wants to see you and Auntie, to invite you over for a gathering."
"What, Little Xuxu is back? When did this happen? Wait for me, I'm going to call Mom, and we'll be right over." Caught up in excitement, she left Feng Xi standing as she ran inside to tell her mother the good news.
Feng Xi reached back to scratch his head, looked towards the kitchen stove still aflame, stood up to enter the kitchen, pulled out the kindling from the stove, and placed it under his feet. After stomping on it to ensure no sparks remained, he took it out of the kitchen.
