"Oh no, the dish is burnt!" Jiang Xue shouted, then quickly returned to the stove and began stirring. While stirring, she didn't forget to shoot a few glares at Mu Qiancheng.
Watching Jiang Xue in this adorable state, Mu Qiancheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"You're still laughing, it's all your fault, the dish is burnt because of you."
"I'm sorry, Xue'er, my bad. I'll eat the burnt dish later." Mu Qiancheng said apologetically, then carrying the child, he walked into the kitchen. Looking at the slightly burnt dish, there was a trace of amusement on his face.
The dish was only a bit burnt, but it was still edible.
"It's all your fault!" Jiang Xue grumbled, glaring at Mu Qiancheng again, then proceeded to plate the dish.
"Yes, wife, it's my fault!" Mu Qiancheng admitted readily, then seeing there were a few more dishes Jiang Xue hadn't cooked yet, he said, "Wife, do you want me to help you?"
"You help me? What can you do?"
"I can cook!"
