Wu Shuang shook her head, glanced at Leng Bingling, and said softly: "Okay, I'll go to the living room, call me if you need anything." ”

Leng Bingling waved her hand sideways at Wu Shuang, and said irritably: "Got it, can you go quickly?"

Wu Shuang looked at the irritability on the little girl's face and didn't speak again, turned around and left.

Leng Bingling turned around, just now grandma said that the ribs in the steaming nest should be good, the first time she steamed it, she was worried that it was not steamed thoroughly, so she took a pair of chopsticks, she walked over and put a small fire, opened the lid and was about to take a piece of ribs to study whether it was cooked through.

The mobile phone on the stove suddenly rang, she was startled, and the lid of the steamer in her left hand did not hold it tightly, and the lid fell on the stove, and then slid to the floor.

She was about to take the ribs, but her right hand shook with fright due to the sound, the chopsticks fell into the steamer, and the little fingertip of her right hand accidentally touched the edge of the steamer.

Wu Shuang, who had just returned to the living room and had not yet sat down, was startled when she heard the sound from the kitchen, and immediately returned to the kitchen, and saw the steaming lid on the floor and the mobile phone on the stove, she hurriedly asked, "Bingbing, how are you?"

There was a hot pain in the fingertips of Leng Bingling's right hand, and she shook her hand desperately, and when she saw Wu Shuang walking in, she stopped her movements, pursed her lips, and replied in a low voice: "It's hot fingers." After saying that, she wanted to take a step forward and bend down to pick up the steamed lid.

Wu Shuang was one step ahead of her, picked it up, put the lid back on the steamer, turned off the fire, turned around and walked to her side, picked up her right hand and looked at it carefully, the fingertips on her little finger had bulged with a big blister, crystal clear, and she said with a heartache: "The blister is up, you have to take medicine." ”

Leng Bingling said "um", stretched out her left hand to take the mobile phone on the stove, glanced at the call, two fires, she was so angry that her little face turned red, she raised her right hand, poked the screen with her thumb and hung up directly.

Wu Shuang watched her series of movements silently, turned around and walked outside the kitchen, "I'll go get the medicine, you come out and wipe some medicine." ”

Leng Bingling let out a muffled "um" sound from her nasal cavity.

I don't know if it was because of the hot pain in her fingertips, or because of something else, her eyes became sour, and her eyes were suddenly full of tears.

She pursed the corners of her lower lip, blinked her eyes a few times, and suctioned back the tears from her eyes, before she lifted her heel behind Wu Shuang and walked out of the kitchen.

Wu Shuang found the burn cream in the cream, turned around, Leng Bingling was already standing behind her, she saw the little girl's eyes red, with her understanding of her little girl, these burns were not enough to make her sad.

She sighed silently, the girl has grown up, and she will have something on her mind.

She opened the lid of the ointment and stretched it out in front of Leng Bingling, "You know the strength, apply some ointment yourself, don't puncture, let it disappear slowly." ”

Leng Bingling put the phone next to the medicine box, took the ointment and said "um".

Wu Shuang, "Your hand is injured, I'll cook the rest of the dishes!" ”

Leng Bingling really wanted to cook, she didn't like to do things halfway, but after glancing at her fingers, she had to find a reason for herself, her hand was injured and she couldn't cook anymore, and then she made a "um" sound from her nose.

After applying the ointment, she put the ointment back in the medicine box, and the phone next to the medicine box rang again.