Mrs. Wang was pouring water to make tea, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes somewhat vacant, and she accidentally poured too much tea.
A drop of water splashed onto her hand, causing Mrs. Wang to inhale sharply from the burn, instantly snapping back to reality.
Sitting across from Mrs. Wang, Yin Zheng immediately stood up, grabbed Mrs. Wang's hand, and carefully examined the spot where she was burned. Seeing that it was just slightly red and not really burned, he finally relaxed.
"What were you thinking? How dare you space out while pouring hot water? If you really burned your hand, you'd be in pain."
Yin Zheng looked at Mrs. Wang with a face full of helplessness: "In the future, if you want to think about things, don't do any work. If you want to do something, just tell me to do it, otherwise, what am I, your husband, here for?"
