Zhu Bufan had no clue about cooking, but there were no restaurants around, and Zhan Feihuang was so hungry her stomach was groaning. She had even nibbled on half a raw radish, and though Zhu Bufan didn't know how to cook, he had to toughen up and try. At least to whip up a bowl of something to fill his wife's stomach.
The sky had already darkened, and when Zhan Feiyu and the others left, they took the car, leaving Zhu Bufan and Zhan Feiyu practically stranded on this isolated island. Even if they wanted to go out to find food, they would have to wait until tomorrow.
Cooking, when Zhu Bufan really put his mind to it, was actually very simple.
He lit the gas stove, poured a fair amount of oil into the pan, and then without waiting for the oil to heat up, he directly threw in the radish that was on the table.
