The female chef dozed off in a daze, lying on the stove top. She smelled something burning and thought she was cooking and had burnt the food.
She suddenly awoke, leaping up, her gaze fixed on the stove top.
Bewildered for a few seconds, she realized the stove was empty; there was no cooking taking place at all.
The scent of burning lingered at her nose.
She stiffly turned around and her eyes landed on the little one crouching in front of a basin behind her.
Little Taotie lifted her head, her fair and tender face smeared with a dark fingerprint, as she bared her teeth in a grin, revealing a row of tiny white teeth.
The female chef felt somewhat suffocated, staring blankly at the yellow paper in the basin that wasn't completely burned yet, and hoarsely asked, "What… are you doing?"
Little Taotie smiled with pure innocence, her dimples deep, "I'm burning paper!"
"Why are you burning paper?"
"Didn't you say to burn paper if there's a problem?"
