An Lan always felt that something was off.
Just then, An Lan suddenly smelled a strange odor. She wrinkled her nose and said with a puzzled face, "What's going on? There's a smell as if something's burnt."
Huo Zhanting was startled for a moment, then his expression froze. He stood up and rushed toward the kitchen. An Lan hurried after him. As soon as she reached the kitchen door, the acrid burnt smell hit her, making the tears that had just stopped well up again. She covered her mouth and nose with one hand, anxiously standing at the doorway looking in.
"Zhan Ting, how is it? Is the kitchen alright?" she asked.
Before long, Huo Zhanting walked out of the kitchen, his body emanating a strong burnt smell. An Lan, who had just approached him, found the smell unbearable and quickly stepped back, putting distance between them.
Seeing this, Huo Zhanting looked at An Lan with a somewhat injured expression.
