"Oh, oh, it's so hot, so hot..."
With a constant shout from her mouth and a beaming smile in her eyes, Lin Miao held a sizable roasted sweet potato, quickly switching it between her hands.
Lin Jie, walking alongside her on the sidewalk, couldn't help but interject, reaching out his hand: "Give me the sweet potato, I'll hold it for you for a while."
"No, I can't give it to you!"
Lin Miao blew vigorously on the sweet potato in her hand, glanced at Lin Jie, and said, "What if your hands get burned? Your hands are very precious indeed."
"Hey, brother, have you insured your hands?"
She elaborated: "Isn't there reports online about celebrities insuring their hands, long legs, noses, and whatnot for large sums?"
"Your hands save lives, they mustn't be harmed, and should definitely be insured for a hefty amount."
Lin Jie laughed and said, "You really have a vivid imagination."
"I save people not because of my hands, but because of the immense medical knowledge in my mind."
