When Old Man Lu was about to get the kettle, the ground sounded in the next room and he stood up: "The pancake is baked, I'll get it, Xiangxi, you can make some tea."

"Me?" Xiang Xi took the tea leaves and tea shovel a little hesitantly.

Although he already knew the general process, he was still a little confused when he suddenly asked him to get started.

It would be fine if he was alone, but it would be fine if Old Man Lu saw it. The key is that the unfamiliar Hu Hai was sitting next to him, or the disciple who Old Man Lu had already started his master, so he was a little less comfortable.

He glanced at Hu Hai, and he was watching with interest while eating a small shortbread.

Xiang Xi took a breath, put the tea leaves into the teapot, then took the kettle with one hand and tried to push the dessert plate in front of him with the other hand.

"I'll do it." Hu Hai reached out to help him.

Xiang Xi felt something was wrong when he picked up the kettle. When he took the kettle, he realized that it was wrong because... the handle of the kettle was slippery like oil!

Moreover, because he couldn't hold the handle firmly, the body of the pot began to tilt at a speed that he couldn't control. Just when he wanted to throw the pot directly to the ground, the water in the pot's mouth had already flowed out and poured directly on Hu Hai's hand that was moving the plate.

"Oh!" Xiang Xi shouted, threw the pot on the ground, and jumped up.

Hu Hai suddenly retracted his hand and shook it, frowned and took a breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Xiang Xi was so scared that he shouted in a series of fear, "Is it hot?"

The tea that Old Man Lu brought today was black tea, and the water temperature was 90 degrees. It would probably make you bubble after pouring it. He grabbed Hu Hai's hand and looked at it. It was already red.

It's finished!

As soon as I entered the master's sect, I burned my senior brother's hand. How can I get through this in the future?

When Old Man Lu ran over from the next house, Hu Hai's back of his hand was already red. Xiang Xi grabbed his hand and didn't dare to touch it. He turned around and shouted at the old man: "Is there any medicine?"

"It's okay," Hu Hai said, "Just rinse the cold water, the water temperature is not high."

Xiang Xi quickly let out his hands and followed Hu Hai to the pool next to him: "Does it hurt? I really didn't mean it, I..."

"Have you made tea with his hand?" Old man Lu came over.

"That pot," Xiang Xi hasn't figured out what happened to that pot until now, "the pot handle is...slid."

"Slippery?" Old Man Lu was stunned, "Oh, it's me..."

"You touch the pot before you wash your hands?" Hu Hai turned his head and looked at Old Man Lu, "You can take the pot when you touch the oil when making pancakes?"

"I forgot to say," Old Man Lu walked back to the tea table and touched the pot that Xiang Xi threw on the table. "It's really slippery..."

Xiang Xi was a little speechless. After Hu Hai finished rinsing his hands, he sat back to the tea table. He took a rag and wiped the water spilled from the table, carefully wiped the pot, and washed it with hand sanitizer.

The old man is too unreliable!

When Xiang Xi sat back next to the table, he felt depressed and couldn't say anything. He muttered in his heart that Old Man Lu could be scolded for eighty times.

However, Hu Hai probably knows Old Man Lu, after all, he is a master and apprentice, and has performed together for so long. He frowned and looked at Old Man Lu: "You can wash your hands if you make cakes in the future?"

"I forgot, I didn't wash it when I talked to you," Old Man Lu smiled, "Is it so hot?"

"I'm playing the piano and I didn't talk to you," Hu Hai looked at his hands, "I don't know who you are talking to... The hands are fine, so let you pay attention. If this is not Xiang Xi's hand, what should you do if you take it yourself and pour it on your body? It's very comfortable?"

"I'm talking to Xiang Xi." Old man Lu pointed at Xiang Xi.

"I just entered the door!" Xiang Xi couldn't help but shout.

Hu Hai was happy on the side: "This person is like this, he is old and young even before he is old."

Although it was not entirely his fault, he poured the water on Hu Hai's hands himself. Now he looked at Hu Hai's back of his hand and was still a piano player, so he was a little embarrassed.

"Why do I look redder?" Xiang Xi leaned over and stared at his hand, "No, I have to ask what to do."

"Who are you asking?" Hu Hai smiled.

"Ask the doctor," Xiang Xi took out his cell phone and dialed Cheng Boyan's phone, "Although he is an orthopedic doctor..."

The phone rang out, and Cheng Boyan picked it up: "What's wrong?"

"Have you arrived home?" Xiang Xi stood up and walked aside. Cheng Boyan sounded very quiet, probably at home.

"Well, have you eaten?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"I've eaten it, I'm right. I want to ask you," Xiang Xi said. "How should I deal with scalding by hot water? There is no medicine."

"Are you burned?" Cheng Boyan's originally lazy voice instantly became tense, "Where is it burning?"

"No, it's not me, it's when I poured water..." Xiang Xi quickly explained.

"You burn your master?" Cheng Boyan was nervous.

"No, it was when I poured water, it burned my senior brother," Xiang Xi lowered his voice a little embarrassedly, "The back of his hand is red, what should..."

"Senior Brother?" Cheng Boyan was stunned, "Why did you even have a senior brother?"

Xiang Xi whispered: "My master's other disciple, his back is hot..."

"How old are senior brother?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"It's over twenty or thirty, no, does this have anything to do with scalds?" Xiang Xi was asked inexplicably by him, "I'll ask you how to deal with the scalds, why can't you find the key point?"

"Oh," Cheng Boyan's voice no longer had the anxiety and nervousness he had before, and he said lazily, "Let's go to the hospital for a look."

"Cheng Boyan!" Xiang Xi lay down to the window, poked his head out, and shouted in a voice, "You are a doctor, why are you so useless to save lives and heal the wounded? This is not your style! I was burned by someone!"

Cheng Boyan tsk and said after a long time: "There is no myrrh? Then... let your senior brother find some sugar and dip it in some water to spread it on his hands. It can cool down and relieve pain. If it is not serious, it will be almost done tomorrow. If it is serious, it is better to go to the hospital."

"Really? This is not a lie, is it?" Xiang Xi was a little suspicious. Cheng Boyan's lazy voice seemed to be dealing with him no matter how he heard it.

"I haven't tried it, but it works if others use it. Just try it," said Cheng Boyan, "or go to the hospital."

"Then try it," Xiang Xi nodded, "You can continue reading."

"What else do I read..." Cheng Boyan thought for a while, "I will wait for you at the intersection."
Chapter completed!