"You see, you..."
Zuo Jinxiang hurriedly snatched the noodle bowl away, tore off the apron tied around her waist, and used it to wipe Hua Xiaomai's hands, all the while muttering non-stop, "Did you burn yourself? I was really fooled at first, thinking you were so calm, but what happened—If you were truly calm, you wouldn't have run over here without a second thought! Have you even looked at yourself, to speak of ill omen, what if something went wrong, how distressed would Meng Yuhuai be when he comes back?"
"It's nothing." Hua Xiaomai rubbed the apron on herself carelessly, still smiling as she spoke, "I have a sense of it. If I felt unwell, even if I were anxious at home, I wouldn't have come here, but look at me, I'm perfectly fine—My thought was, coming to the county, if he returns, I would be able to get the news right away and feel more at ease in my heart."
