He reached out his hand.
In one sentence, those who didn't know if it was intentional, but stood according to size, obediently extended their palms.
Nian Shutong really wanted to laugh; she found the scene quite amusing.
"Are your hands clean?"
"Rubble's body has undergone a strict disinfection process."
"Ha Ha washed his hands."
"Mine are very clean."
"I didn't play in the dirt."
"Master Wali made me disinfect."
"Auntie, Dou Dou washed his little hands."
Everyone showed Nian Shutong their clean palms, prompting her to nod and say, "Just a little bit, I still have to make sesame paste."
Holding a spoon, Nian Shutong scooped up some roasted sesame seeds and first placed them in Rubble's palm.
At that moment, Rubble's palm had transformed into a mirror surface without any gaps, which avoided any waste.
"Good man, put it in Ha Ha's mouth."
