Jiang Rongyan hurriedly opened the window and walked quickly to the kitchen. When he passed the living room, he found that the living room was already surrounded by smoke. He rushed to the kitchen, turned off the natural gas, turned on the ventilator, and opened the window for ventilation.
Xu Anran looked helplessly at the black bottom of the pot and then looked up at Jiang Rongyan. "I didn't do it on purpose..." Her face was covered in dust, and the sweat and ashes on her face were mixed together. She looked like a beggar who was begging on the street.
Seeing this, Jiang Rongyan couldn't help but turn around and laugh. Xu Anran happened to see his smile. Xu Anran flew into a rage out of embarrassment and muttered, "What's so funny?"
