Both Ming Guilan and Father Fu were accustomed to seeing Huo Qinghong’s pranks, but they didn’t expect that they would fall into the hands of Ruby this time. They both laughed very shamelessly. Huo Qinghong was even more embarrassed for a while, “You… You know? You knew it when you were seven?”
Ruby glanced at the extinguished joss sticks in the house, “Shi Zishi just lit the scented candles, first wrote the words with wax in his palm, and then when he held the paper ashes, there was residual temperature on the ashes, which made the wax stained with ashes. , So, words appeared on the hand, is Minnu right?”
Huo Qinghong’s lips twitched, “You…how do you even know this?”
Ruby felt a little funny for a while, and the corners of his lips could not help but bend. “The world uses wax, but if you are a juggling team, most of them will write with honey in the palm of the palm. That way, you don’t have to worry about the condensation of wax. Not dusty.”
Huo Qinghong smacked, “How do you know?”
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