In the kitchen, the two of them stood together, each with their own task, chatting casually as they cooked leisurely.
Xie Qingci was helping out, watching her add the meat to the oil and then swiftly and skillfully lift the glass lid to shield her face. It almost made him laugh.
The lid-lifting action was much more skilled than her cooking moves.
The pork belly sizzled in the oil, and she dumped the bowl of green onions, ginger, and garlic in, then quickly called out to him, "Quick, pour in the chopped tomatoes."
Throughout the process, she never put the lid down.
He was just about to add the tomatoes when she stopped him.
"No, no, I forgot to add the bean paste! Wait a minute."
Xie Qingci: "..."
He was quite doubtful about whether the final result would be safe.
But cooking together felt different, amidst the chaos there was joy, and they kept talking and laughing nonstop.
