Cooking? Such a profound skill was beyond her.
Xiao Linye asked, "Aren't you afraid of oil?"
Oil-splashed noodles inevitably required hot oil! Ye Yuning truly feared oil, which was why she had fully armed herself when it came to rendering it. She was still more capable than some; at least she hadn't burned down the kitchen. But she herself hadn't been so lucky; both the back of her hand and her forearm were dotted with several blisters from the hot oil.
When the two entered the kitchen together, Xiao Linye noticed a small scale on the countertop, with grains of salt still on its pan. With just one glance, he understood. Only Ye Yuning would probably cook with such precision.
Ye Yuning brought the noodles out from the pot. A sharp, pungent smell assailed their nostrils, but the color looked quite good.
But they're obviously a bit dry!
"They really clumped," she mumbled.
