"Master, what's wrong?"
Tears flowed down from her red eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Ming Sihan paused and asked."
"I'm not crying. I'm being smoked."
Mo Ruyue sniffed and quickly left Ming Sihan's arms. She couldn't hold on any longer.
He quickly closed his eyes and started the fire.
The fire quickly burned up and the green smoke disappeared.
Mo Ruyue ran outside to get some fresh air, taking deep breaths.
After a long time, Mo Ruyue felt much better.
She returned to the kitchen and looked at Ming Sihan, "Master, don't your eyes hurt?"
"It's alright. I don't feel particularly uncomfortable."
The fire was already burning. Ming Sihan went to the place where the vegetables were being cut and accidentally knocked the chopping board onto the ground.
"Ah, I accidentally knocked over the chopping board. What should I do?"
Ming Sihan looked at the shredded radish on the ground and helplessly spread his hands.
