The kitchen was filled with the smell of burnt food.
Luo Qingyu stood there, wearing an apron and a dusty face. She stood there, looking at the dish of stew pork. However, the meat was too stir-fried that it was burnt.
Ye Fan walked over and said, speechless, "You don't want me to eat in your house, do you? You deliberately made the dishes into a paste like this!"
Luo Qingyu still stood there and did not speak.
Ye Fan walked over and gently held Luo Qingyu's shoulder.
Luo Qingyu put down the spatula and turned around with tears all over her face.
Ye Fan was shocked. He looked at Luo Qingyu and said, "Hey, beauty, are you alright? You're just cooking, how can you choke yourself like this?"
Luo Qingyu raised her head and her beautiful eyes were full of gratitude.