"It's not scientific!"
Xia Yu, slightly flustered, inwardly demanded an explanation from the system.
"Please pay attention to controlling the temperature of the wok, host! 'Morse Oil' has a low ignition point..."
"How should I control it? I was preparing to oil the wok and then stir-fry the spices. Now I can't skip this step; without the oil, the spices will burn instantly once they hit the wok. What am I supposed to do?!"
Xia Yu felt a surge of impulsive resignation.
"It was a misstep!"
He involuntarily propped his hands on the kitchen counter, bowing his head, his face showing regret. Xia Yu thought darkly, "I still suffer from a lack of experience. I thought 'Morse Oil' was my resonant ingredient and assumed I could manipulate it at will. But it's still a forbidden quality kitchen seasoning that deserves respect!"
