Vivian looked a bit awkwardly at Ethan Hayes and smiled, stammering as she tried to explain.
After a moment of frying, the oil splatters from the pan weren't so chaotic anymore.
Vivian came out from behind Ethan, adjusted her apron, and with a confident expression, reached out to him, saying, "Alright, leave the rest to me."
"Are you sure you can handle it??" Ethan looked at her skeptically, hesitating for two seconds before handing her the spatula.
"Totally fine!" Vivian gave him a confident smile, casually glancing at his phone again, then said, "Next... wait until the fish balls are golden, then add the greens to stir-fry, and then pour in an appropriate amount of water... Wait, how much water is 'appropriate'??"
She turned her head, her black eyes filled with question marks, looking at Ethan.
"Just as you like, if you want more soup, add more water, if less, then less. Go with how you feel," Ethan replied offhandedly. "Just follow your mood when adding it."
