She let out an 'ah' as she stepped back.
Thanks to her stepping back, the soup only splashed on her arm.
Tiffany wore short sleeves today, her hands and arms were splashed with oil, turning red immediately, with some areas forming blisters from the severe burns.
The cook pushed her aside, glanced at the spilled soup, yelling, "Damn it! Damn it!", then his temper flared up, "Hey, I told you to move, but you didn't and even knocked the soup pot over? This is what Mr. Gem personally made for the young lady. Just look! It's almost time, and you, you, you..."
Watching the busy cook cleaning the stove, Tiffany's face showed innocence and regret as she hastily said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was an accident."
"What to do now? What to do? If Mr. Gem gets angry, I'll have to pack up and leave. You, you, you, don't go anywhere. You'll explain to Mr. Gem when he arrives."
"Uncle, don't worry. I'll explain to my senior. I won't let you take the blame."
