Can't Afford This Kind of Brother
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Without any expression on his face, Xie Heng pressed the red-hot tongs onto Zhao Xing's thigh, and the smell of charred flesh permeated the kitchen right away.
Zhao Xing rolled on the floor while clutching his leg. Soon, his screaming alarmed other people elsewhere in the village.
Xie Heng put away the tongs again and reminded Zhao Chuchu, "It's time to take them out of the pot."
Zhao Chuchu came to her senses and was a little stunned.
The sense of aggression that exuded from Xie Heng just now didn't at all befit that of a young scholar.
But upon closer inspection, it seemed as if she had imagined it.
Did Xie Heng put the tongs in the fire right as she mentioned that someone was coming?
"They are burnt." Xie Heng frowned slightly as if displeased that Zhao Chuchu had ruined the sesame balls he had made.