Tang Jin was questioned by his son, which made it hard for him to save face, "Of course, Dad was cooking!"
"Then why do I smell something burning?" Little Fanfan immediately covered his nose with his hand, showing a face full of disgust.
The scene in the kitchen had Mu Jiujiu's mouth forming an O shape. Her gaze shifted from the leaves and spoons on the floor to the chaotic cutting board and knives on the glass countertop, and finally landed on the pot on the gas stove. The fire had already gone out, and there were still a few spinach leaves and strands of dried pasta floating on top. The range hood was still buzzing, reminding her that someone had just used it, and the pungent smell of something burnt made her frown deeply.
"What's that look for?" Seeing Mu Jiujiu's stunned expression, Tang Jin was quite annoyed and questioned her, "It's Dad's first time cooking, and it's already good that it's cooked!"
