Xie Baola clutched her head and, after thinking for dozens of seconds, she still slowly sorted out all the ingredients.
When Chen Jiayan returned home after a busy day, he saw Xie Baola's bustling figure in the kitchen.
He thought he had seen wrongly.
"Baola?"
Hearing his voice, Xie Baola turned her head to look at him, her cheeks rosy and her face covered in a layer of sweat.
Chen Jiayan walked over to touch her face, frowning, "Are you sick again?"
Xie Baola shook her head, "No, I'm feeling very energetic right now."
Chen Jiayan saw that Xie Baola was stirring something in the wok, but the food inside was already charred.
Indeed, she had cooked the ingredients until they were crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.
Crisp to the point of being inedible.
Chen Jiayan: "…"
His gaze turned to Xie Baola, quite helplessly, "What are you doing?"
