Qiao An swiftly turned her head; the pot was already smoking, and the smell of burnt food was overwhelming.
"Cough cough." She began coughing uncomfortably, "Quick, quick, quick, turn off the stove!"
Mu Jingxi went to turn off the stove, took the lid from her hand, and covered the pot, trapping the burnt smell inside.
He called for a maid to take care of the pot.
He pulled Qiao An to the sink, turned on the faucet, and put her arm directly under the running water.
Amidst the sound of rushing water, Qiao An timidly looked up at him.
His face was stern, lips tightly pressed, full of discontent.
Qiao An subtly shifted her footsteps, leaning close to him, and tentatively called, "Hubby."
"..."
"Hubby~"
"..."
"Do you think I'm too foolish?"
He turned off the water abruptly, raised his head, his eyes dark and deep like a silent abyss, "Who said they could handle it?"
"...It was me."
"Who said nothing would happen?"
"...It was also me."
"And who pushed me out?"
