Then, a look of grievance instantly appeared on the little girl's face, "Xiao Neng-jun, why don't you let Wo Qi go?"

"The dumplings are just out of the pot and are still very hot. Be careful not to burn your hands."

Zhou Yu hurriedly explained.

But the little girl looked at Li Yuan with a puzzled look and said, "But the old man is already seventy-two years old~"

"Aung is an adult, he's different from a child~"

Seeing the little girl's puzzled face, Zhou Yu first picked up a dumpling and put it on the plate, and then explained the reason while blowing it.

Although Li Yuan seemed to enjoy eating the dumplings, the temperature of these dumplings that had just come out of the pot should not be underestimated.

You know, some people dare to slurp the water that has just been boiled, which shows how high the tolerance of the adult mouth is to high temperatures.

If the little girl really succeeded, even if I didn't get burned, I would definitely scream in pain.

After listening to Zhou Yu's explanation, the little kid, who was already chewing his food, mumbled, "Oh, so that's what it looks like. Then I need Xiao Naijun to help me blow the flute."

"Okay, okay, I'll help you cool it down before you eat it."

Zhou Yu nodded, and then asked everyone to taste it on their own.

He himself took the initiative to pick up several for the little milk ball.

The little girl is still too young. She just ate fried chicken, fried fish and fried meatballs, so she probably isn’t very hungry.

Compared to the little milk ball, Li Chengqian, who came to the modern era for the first time, felt like he had arrived in the fairyland.

The fried chicken just now was delicious enough, but when he took the first bite of dumplings, he almost shed tears of happiness.