Meng Lan has recently taken up cooking with such a passion.
Whoever stands in her way gets an earful.
Zong Yi was the first to arrive, so naturally, he was the first to eat.
He grabbed one of Meng Lan's freshly wrapped rolls and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Meng Xin Zhi and Zong Ji entered at this moment.
Seeing Zong Yi blowing on the food while stuffing it into his mouth, Meng Xin Zhi and Zong Ji exchanged a smile.
Meng Xin Zhi wiped the corner of Zong Yi's mouth, "Aren't you afraid of burning yourself?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Good food must be eaten while it's hot!"
"Ayi, don't you know the origin of the 'run bing'?" Zong Ji was somewhat surprised, "Dad used to make them for you all the time."
With his mouth stuffed full, Zong Yi mumbled unclearly, "Dad has the nerve to say that; he used to hog them all with my sister, only remembering me when they were cold."
"Comrade Zong Yi, the correct way to eat 'run bing' is to wait until they cool down."
