Of course, Qin Guanglin couldn't be the one to cook dinner. Qin's Mom stir-fried the oddly-shaped vegetables Qin Guanglin had cut and left him with a single dish of stir-fried greens to practice on. If it turned out bad, he'd be the one eating it anyway.
Qin Guanglin felt a bit excited as he held the spatula for the first time. He always thought the chefs on TV, making flames shoot up as they cooked, looked really cool. He wanted to imitate them but knew better than to try anything flashy. He carefully flipped the vegetables with the spatula.
"Why are you standing so far away?" He Fang pushed him from behind. "You won't get burned. Trust me."
"No, no, this is fine." Qin Guanglin stood an arm's length away, refusing to get closer.
"Listen, you really won't get burned."
