"Mom, I'm thirsty," Zhao Qiyan said with a pained expression.
Lin Xiaohua caressed her daughter's forehead with distress, "Mom knows you're thirsty, but you can't just gulp down such hot water, otherwise, what if your mouth gets filled with blisters? How will you eat then?"
"Mom, I can't even worry about that, I... I didn't feel it was hot at all, and only now do I feel a bit of pain in my mouth."
"Let mom have a look, open your mouth for me to see."
"Ah..."
"Hiss..." Lin Xiaohua gasped in shock, "The skin inside your mouth has all turned red from the scalding. You child, ah, what am I going to do with you? At your age, how can you be so thoughtless..."
Chuxia curled her lip, pulling Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe to sit on the sofa, watching the mother and daughter with an expressionless face.
