Xiao Yebai suddenly realized she had rushed out, quickly grabbed her arm, and exclaimed, "Be careful!"
"Be careful of what?" Gu Nuan didn't get to finish her sentence, regarding the six-foot-tall man, "It's just the pot overboiling, turn down or turn off the heat and it will be fine."
"I saw it spitting—"
The tone of a deeply wronged child.
Gu Nuan turned back and soothingly rubbed his startled arm, "It's okay, look, it's all fine now." As she spoke, she remembered to turn back to check the pot, "What did you cook, milk?"
It wasn't milk. The pot emitted a particularly familiar scent.
Seeing there was no danger, he proudly began to introduce, showing off, "Instant noodles!"
A flock of crows seemed to fly over Gu Nuan's head:
Heavens, was she doomed to spend her life with a man who couldn't even make instant noodles?
