"Baozi!" Jianxiong, who was also standing outside, got excited again as he smacked his lips a few times, his mind was already fantasizing about the delicious taste with the juice splashing around as he took a bite.
Zhao Changsheng couldn't stand it and kicked him on the butt, his fox-like eyes barely hiding his disdain, "Don't exhaust Momo."
Su Mo's height was a real disadvantage; even the steamers inside the overhead cabinets were out of her reach, and so was Su Niang, who was almost the same height as Su Mo, barely over five feet tall, unable to reach as well.
Seeing this, Lu Chen strode into the kitchen. His long legs got him there quickly, and he reached under Su Mo's armpits to lift her up, "What do you need to take out?"
Su Mo was lifted up unexpectedly; the cold, large palms tightly clasping her ribs, which left her stunned for a moment.
She thought this posture seemed like something one would use only when playing with children...
