On the other side, Wang Fugui pulled his son back to their house.
At home, Madame Sui Shi was preparing lunch, carrying a bowl of hot soup from the kitchen. She was taken aback when she suddenly saw her husband rushing back to the house, but when she saw the youngster behind him, the bowl simply slipped from her hands and fell down.
At the same time, a red and white figure suddenly sprinted over and caught that soup bowl.
“Ai, mom, be careful. If this hot soup falls on your feet, it may become a veritable pig’s feet soup.”
“Smelly kid, don’t talk like that to your mom!”
Master Wang peevishly gave him a slap, only to be met with a smile by Wang Lu. The next moment, his dad’s cry of pain was heard.
“Ouch! Why is your head so hard!?”
“Hahaha, my IQ density is so big.”
While saying that, under his mother’s surprised eyes, Wang Lu put the scalding hot soup bowl to the table using only one hand.
His mother immediately took a careful look at his hand. “Is your hand okay?”
