There was a burning smell in the air. Not only was there a burning smell, there was also a burning smell.
Su Peizhen quickly threw down her bag and rushed into the kitchen without even changing her shoes.
The pot in the kitchen was already smoking. She didn't know what she was cooking, but it was dark.
Ling Jing's tall figure was standing in front of the pot, holding a bowl and pouring water into it. When the water entered the pot, it made a sizzling sound, but the taste was even stronger.
"What are you doing?"
Quickly stopping Ling Jing's action, Su Peizhen went up to turn off the fire and then covered the pot.
Her eyes quickly swept around and found that the kitchen had become beyond recognition after she had gone to work for a while.
