Zhao Fangchu was a little further away, and although he wasn't splashed much, there were still a few red spots on his hands.
Zhao Fangyu went to the kitchen and brought back a basin of cold water, and asked them to put their hands in to cool them down.
Zhao Fangchu saw the red spot on Yang Donghu's hand and said apologetically, "Brother Dong, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
The cold water took away a lot of the pain, and the burning sensation was no longer noticeable. Yang Donghu comforted her, "It wasn't you who got burned by the oil, so why should you be sorry? If you must count it, it's my fault. If I hadn't insisted on frying the potatoes, you wouldn't have gotten burned. You're still the one who got burned because of me."
It is said that if you don't listen to the advice of the elderly, you will suffer the consequences. Yang Donghu truly felt it this time. It seems that not all words are superstition.
Zhao Luochuan didn't smile, his lips pressed into a line. After a long while, he finally spoke: "Luckily, there are no blisters. Keep your hand in the water and don't take it out. I'll go get a box of burn medicine from the doctor. I'll take it out when I come back. Do you understand?"
Yang Donghu wanted to say that the pain was gone and there was no need to buy medicine, but Zhao Luochuan's face was not good. He paused and whispered, "I understand."
It was painful to keep hands in ice water in the middle of winter. In order to save time, Zhao Luochuan ran all the way to the doctor's house without stopping.
"Donghu, does your hand still hurt?" Zhu Cuilan asked.
Yang Donghu smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt. I don't feel anything anymore. Don't worry. I just need to trouble you to clean up the things in the pot."
"I'll go and clean it up. Just keep your hand safe and wait for Dachuan to come back and apply the medicine on it. It will definitely not leave any scars." Zhu Cuilan instructed.
This was the second batch of potatoes that were frying in the oil. The potatoes from the first batch were still good, but the ones left in the pan had turned black and were no longer usable.
Zhu Cuilan turned down the fire in the stove, carefully scooped out the debris with a colander, and waited for the oil to cool naturally.
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