Fernan responded to the sound, jumped a few times and quickly came to the side of the people.

Feng Chengcheng pulled Huanhuan, his face turned pale, and Photon also looked at Huanhuan in surprise, looking a little scared.

Huanhuan's hands were wet, holding a wet duck doll.

"What's wrong?"

Fernan stepped forward to inquire.

"Huanhuan just now, I went to the pot to get things... the pot is full of boiling water..." Feng Chengcheng looked at the big iron pot with steaming in horror.

Fei Nan was shocked when he heard this and quickly looked at Huanhuan, but found that Huanhuan was not burned at all, and her hands were still pink and tender.

He touched the doll in Huanhuan's hand. The doll was soaked in hot water, and its tentacles were still a little hot, but Huanhuan held it in her hand, as if she couldn't feel its temperature at all.

Looking at Huanhuan's pitiful appearance, Fernan thought about something.

Isn't she afraid of hotness?

When she was in the north, did she not have the ability?

Is it because I have been with that guy for a while and learned the ability?

Nong Jinsun and others also rushed over: "What happened?"

"nothing."

Fenan shook his head: "Huanhuan almost got scalded, but now it's okay."

"Aunt Chen is really good. He is burning water, where did the people go?"

Nong Jinsun scolded and persuaded: "It's too dangerous to burn water here, let the child go there to play! Everyone who has the eyes can't watch it."

He pointed at the point, and as he said, he looked at Photon who was standing aside with embarrassment.

Fernan thought about it, but shook his head and said, "It's okay, the child will inevitably have a bump. I told her to be careful."

As he said that, he carried Huanhuan aside and asked softly: "Huanhuan, are you burned?"

Huanhuan shook her head.

Fernan asked again: "Don't you think the water in the pot is hot?"

Huanhuan shook her head again and said, "It's not hot, it's very warm and comfortable."

Looking back at the steamy stove, Fei Nan whispered: "If you are not by my side in the future, you can't touch hot water or play with fire. Do you understand?"

"Um."

Huan Huan responded, holding the wet doll in both hands, and lowered her head in frustration.

"Okay! It's okay."

Fernan rubbed her head and comforted her, "As long as you are fine, go find Aunt Chengcheng!"

After saying that, he picked up Huanhuan again and returned to Feng Chengcheng and Guangzi.

"Is she okay?"

Feng Chengcheng took Huanhuan's hand again, checked it carefully, and asked with a distressed heart: "Are you scared?"

"Fortunately, I must be lucky. The water hasn't heated up just now, so she's fine."

Fernan put Huanhuan down: "You should look at her! I haven't finished my work yet, so I can boil a pot of water again, soon."

"good."

Feng Chengcheng pulled Huanhuan and protected her tightly.

Photon on the side looked at the stove, thinking about something.

Although Aunt Chen didn't let her do it, she was indeed burning hot water seriously.

She knew that the weather was cold now, and everyone was working outdoors and their body temperature was losing quickly.

Therefore, the water in this stove is always maintained at a very high temperature, and you can add some charcoal and then roll it.

She was the first to find out that Huanhuan put her hand into the pot. Just now, Huanhuan grabbed the duck doll with one hand and played in the pot. Seeing the heat rising in the pot, it should be very hot water, but Huanhuan didn't feel it hot at all, but she had a lot of fun.

This made her very puzzled and puzzled.

...

Next to the pier, there was smoke and fire in a small gambling stall, mixed with smelly feet and sweat. Dozens of coolies carrying big bags were gathered at the gambling table, yelling and playing with dice.

The idle man who had been around the door of the set crawled in, looked around, and came behind a red-faced man who was playing mahjong.

The red-faced man had a long scar on his face from the corner of his eyes to the cheeks, which turned purple and red when he was excited and shouting, like an ugly centipede lying on his face.

"Mr. Fu."

The idle man possessed him and said this in the ear of the blushing man.

"What? I'm still playing this trick on my territory, who are you fooling me?"

The blushing man shouted dissatisfiedly: "I'll go there myself! I want to see what those guys are doing in a mysterious way!"

A thin man with a black mole on his cheek reminded him: "Master Fu, I heard that those people were introduced by Li Axiang. Will there be any trouble?"

"What are you afraid of?"

The blushing man glared: "I give him Li Axiang face for Feng Jingyao, otherwise, I'm afraid he is a servant?"

"The warehouse has been handed over for so long, and I don't have a filial piety at all. I don't come to the pier. It's because those people don't understand the rules. If I don't go and take a look, they think I'm dead! Let's go!"

After saying that, he pushed the mahjong down and strode out the door.

The black-black thin man also followed behind him, calling out the idle gamblers inside and outside the gambling stall to support the scene.

Soon, the red-faced man brought a large group of people to the door of the warehouse on the set.

The Jingwu brothers guarding the gate saw the blushing man coming in a fierce manner, and hurriedly put the door on the bolt and went in to report: "Go and invite senior brother, it seems that someone is coming to cause trouble."

While speaking, the blushing man and others had already arrived at the gate and smashed the door.

"Who?"

The Jingwu brothers inside the sect asked loudly.

"Neighbor! Come and visit the door! Open the door!"

The warehouse gate was not solid, and it was smashed and photographed hard by someone, which was a little shaky.

The Jingwu brothers guarding the door were afraid that the door would be smashed, so they had to press their shoulders against them and prevent the door from opening.

There was a lot of noise inside and outside the door. At the intersection of the street, a black Ford slowly drove to the front and stopped.

In the carriage, Gu Jiatang looked at the noise at the door and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Who is it?"

In the back seat, Boss Du held the book "Spring and Autumn" and asked without raising his head.

"It seems like the scar-faced old master, who was blocking the door with some people, I don't know what's going on."

"Go and ask." Boss Du calmly ordered.

"yes."

Gu Jiatang pushed the door and got out of the car, covered his wide-brimmed hat on his head, and walked over.

At the door, Fei Nan and others who came to hear the news came to the door and asked someone to open the door.

The Jingwu brothers on the set also rushed over, forty or fifty young and strong boys stood together, and the number of people was no less than that of the scarred old Fu.

Old Fu, who had originally planned to knock on the door and broke in, saw this group of people, hesitated for a while, but did not dare to take a step.

"Who are you looking for?"

Fernan frowned and asked.

The shooting inside was not smooth, and people came out one after another, so he was very upset.

"You're the boss here?"

Old Fu put his waist on his waist and looked at him with his nostrils.

"Yes, is there something wrong?"

Fernan did not deny it.

"Ha ha!"

Old Fu laughed and said, "We are neighbors, can't we be able to visit each other?"

Fenan glanced at him: "If you have something to say, just let it go, just let it go, there is no time today, let's go another day!"

"Hey! You young man, are you holding a gun and stick in your speech?"

The old Fu lifted his clothes, stepped on the gap of the door post, raised his chin and said, "Then I will say it clearly, open the door to do business on Guangfu Road, and according to the rules, you should invite the boss of the whole street to have a meal and give me 10% of the water. No one teaches you these things?"

"Oh, I get it."

Fernan nodded: "Are you here to collect my water?"

The old Fu laughed and said, "I'm following the rules, everyone is the same."
Chapter completed!