The stir-fry wild vegetables with meat in the wok had turned charred, but later on, as the fire wasn't strong enough, the liquid from the wild vegetables seeped out, making this dish look like it had been splattered with ink.
Curtis fried the vegetables while feeling worried and having his attention on Bai Qingqing. "You go out. I'll do it myself."
Curtis was afraid of heat the most, and even though he wouldn't hurt from being scalded, Bai Qingqing couldn't bear to see that and firmly squatted there. Even when Muir wanted to help, she refused him. Because he had been burned by fire before, and his wounds had yet to recover. Coming into contact with high temperatures would affect his recovery.
"No need. It'll be done very soon."
Bai Qingqing then puffed out another large mouthful of air. "Boom!" The fire in the stove finally started up again, and the thick smoke instantly became lighter.
