Zhao Yiming, moving with catlike reflexes, rushed to the stove and turned off the burner just as the fire alarm clicked and the sprinklers threatened to activate.
He quickly moved the scorched pan to the counter, his brows twitching at the sight of what used to be dinner.
He sighed. "Well… It's burnt. Must be the soy sauce." He shrugged casually. "We can still save the ribs!"
Su Meilin burst into laughter. "Are you kidding? This isn't soy sauce braised pork anymore, this is charcoal!"
"Well," Zhao scratched his cheek awkwardly, "Yanyu said charcoal drinks are popular with teenagers nowadays. So that means it's healthy, right?"
Meilin laughed even harder, clutching her stomach. "It is! But not like this, you idiot!"
She stepped close and wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile warm and teasing. "Oh, Yiming… why are you so innocent like that? But not in bed?"
