"It's burnt?"
Lu Xin was taken aback by the housekeeper's words and turned to look at the soup pot.
Doll held the feather duster and stood by the wall in a daze. After a long time, he finally reacted and ran nervously to the soup pot.
The soup pot was bubbling with hot steam. This sound meant that the water inside had not been boiled dry.
However, there was indeed a burnt smell coming from inside. It should be the thing that was stewed in the pot, which was stuck at the bottom of the pot.
The nannies felt their hearts ache when they saw doll pick up the lid and look at the soup in the pot with a sad expression.
The few people in front of her immediately put away their guns and rolled up their sleeves, ready to help her solve this problem.
He didn't know why it suddenly changed from holding a gun to dealing with the soup.
But everything seemed natural.
