Thinking of Mi Sheng's good skin and physique, Qiao Zui's mind wavered,
and he quickly collected himself, seriously saying, "Then let's begin!"
He walked to the other side of the platter, each taking a side with Mi Sheng.
Ning Huaijing acted as the judge, ceremoniously shouting, "Ready, begin!"
Qiao Zui said to Mi Sheng, "Close your eyes."
Mi Sheng nodded with a shy smile.
Both of them closed their eyes and blew vigorously at the platter.
Soon, the flour had covered both of their heads and faces completely.
Qiao Zui shouted "Stop", and Mi Sheng ceased.
They opened their eyes.
The flour in the platter had been blown away, leaving six pieces of chocolate exposed.
Qiao Zui asked Ning Huaijing and the others, "Is it clean? My wife is pregnant, and if it's dirty and she gets a stomachache, there's nowhere to cry to."
"Absolutely clean," Ning Huaijing assured, "The plate is washed and sterilized; the flour is cooked and safe to eat, don't worry."
