"Yingluo is."
Lu Zhui left.
Ning Qing glanced at the prepared dishes, processed the fish a little, and put it aside. She then took out the pan and boiled some oil.
Half a pot of oil was boiling, and the bottom of the pot was bubbling with golden light.
Ning Qing turned on the hood, and the rumbling sound made her unable to hear anything outside.
Looking at the pot with the right temperature, she picked up the fish tail with one hand and slowly put it in the oil.
She wasn't very good at cooking, and she had only begun to slowly practice her cooking skills since she had been brought here after she woke up. Ning Qing had never cooked something that required a little more cooking skills like sweet and sour carp.
Therefore, when she heard the sound of frying in the oil pan, she couldn't help but feel afraid.
Her body shrank back, but her back suddenly bumped into the person's chest.
Ning Qing screamed and retracted her hand.
