Fu Xin was dumbfounded. She felt like she was about to be roasted by the fire. It was only because Jiang Xinyuan brought the lid of the pot in time and tiptoed to cover it that the flame did not continue to spread.
Fu Xin looked at Jiang Xinyuan in surprise. When she smelled the burnt smell in the pot, she quickly brought the pot down from the stove and placed it on the ground to cool down. "My baby, how did you know to put out the fire with the lid?"
Jiang Xinyuan blinked. "I think I saw a security video somewhere before, so I roughly remember doing this."
Fu Xin sighed from the bottom of her heart. "Child, this family can't do without you."
Jiang Xinyuan smiled, but when he looked at the pot on the ground, he was worried again.
At this moment, the comments were almost cramping up with laughter.
[Save me! Hahahahahaha!]
[What kind of kitchen killer is this? Little Xinyuan is so small, yet he knows to put out the fire with a pot lid!]