A tall figure was surrounded by several people who continuously coughed and kept saying, "Young Master, Young Master, flip it now, right, turn down the heat, salt, salt, add some salt."
Gu Qibao blinked in confusion and kept waving the smoke away with her hands; the kitchen was a sight for sore eyes.
The originally luxurious European-style kitchen, with its pure white and sky blue Little Qingxin decorations, was now blackened by smoke, and the elaborate various dish racks were also in a mess.
Egg shells and the smell of burning pervaded the entire kitchen.
The kitchen was a complete disaster!
And it was impossible to stay there longer, oddly enough, all the servants were gathered around the stove, looking as if they were facing a huge crisis.
"Young Master, be, be careful…"
"Cough cough…" Gu Qibao finally couldn't stand the choking and started coughing. Covering her nose and mouth, she couldn't help asking, "What are you all doing?"
