At the time, Su Mengxin didn't notice; she was just focused on how much oil to pour into the pot. She was unaware of how intimate the moment with Li Yifei had been when he stopped pouring and set the oil bottle aside.
Watching the oil in the pot start to smoke, Su Mengxin held the spatula tightly in her right hand and asked, "Can I put the celery into the pot now?"
Li Yifei said, "Wait a moment, put it in when the oil really heats up."
"Alright, but how will I know when it's heated? Please remind me," said Su Mengxin, who was also holding a plate of celery with her left hand, her nervousness evident.
Li Yifei watched her posture, especially the way she held the plate up high, and finally stood behind Su Mengxin, saying, "Don't hold the veggies so high, or when you pour them into the pot, the oil will splatter. If it gets on your face, it could cause some serious harm."
"Ah!" Su Mengxin quickly lowered the plate, cautiously asking, "Is this okay?"
