That ferocity clearly indicated she was imagining the meat on the cutting board as Wu Yao, whom she was chopping into bits.
I'll chop! I'll chop!! I'll chop chop chop!!!
Bei Yiyi's knife rose and fell, and in no time, she had chopped the meat on the cutting board into mince.
Though Bei Yiyi had stayed, just thinking about the fact that she was in that Wu jerk's house made her whole body feel like bursting into flames. At the moment, she was vigorously chopping meat to vent her emotions.
After shaping the meatballs and placing them in the refrigerator, she started cooking.
Bei Yiyi was somewhat distracted, and after dumping the green beans into the hot oil, it splattered onto her hand. With a loud "Ah," she yelped in pain and involuntarily jerked her hand back, dropping the spatula to the floor.
Before she could react, a tall figure swiftly approached her, and without a word, he grabbed her hand.
