For the second dish, Mo Ruyue prepared to make Fish Head Tofu Soup.
"Master, you can increase the heat."
Mo Ruyue said and looked at Ming Sihan.
"Yes."
Ming Sihan responded and looked around. He picked up the firewood that hadn't been split and directly stabbed it into the stove.
Mo Ruyue opened her mouth but didn't say anything in the end.
Sometimes, it was necessary to teach some self-righteous people a lesson. Otherwise, they would always think that they could do anything.
Soon, the fire died down, and green smoke rose from the stove.
The smoke was so thick that tears were flowing out of her eyes. She couldn't open her eyes at all.
She couldn't take it anymore and went outside the station.
Ming Sihan saw Mo Ru Yue go out, so he used his cultivation on the stove to make the fire bigger.
The fire was indeed strong. With a bang, a hole was blown open in the pot.
