Before Li Xiwu could reply, Han Qianye answered her own question first. "Look at my memory. I forgot that you've never cooked at home in the three years you've been married. You can't do these things. I'll let you try my cooking tonight. Just watch from the side."
Li Xiwu put the washed mushrooms in a basket to filter the water. "Okay." She didn't argue.
Next, Han Qianye began to make preparations. Electromagnetic furnace fire was easy. No questions asked.
Before the pot was hot, Han Qianye began to pour oil into it. She was not sure how much oil she would pour, so she just poured some into it. After all, she did not like to eat dishes with too strong an oil smell.
Li Xiwu saw Han Qianye pick up two eggs and say, "The oil is not…" Hot.
Han Qianye said, "I know."
