Chen Ze really wanted to put his hands on his hips and reply to the question with a stern face.
"What's so strange about oolong tea being flammable?" Chen Ze especially wanted to say that.
But perhaps because Chen Ze was still a rather introverted person, in the end, he could only watch helplessly as Betty smugly placed that cup of "oolong tea" on the outside dining table.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched, and he became more certain that Betty, that little bastard, had definitely sneaked a peek at his anime on the second floor.
Chen Ze shook his head with resignation and looked back again. His oil was already hot, and the fish head had been steaming for 15 minutes.
Chen Ze felt a bit excited as he brought out the chopped chili fish head, looking forward to the final step. All he had to do was pour the hot oil in, and the chopped chili fish head, this famous Hunan cuisine dish, would be complete.
Then Chen Ze heard the sound of wind chimes and a familiar voice.
