She couldn't tell how long she stared until the sizzling sound of oil frying snapped her attention back, bringing with it the spicy aroma of the hot pot base into the dining room.
The strong scent triggered Yang Yuran's craving, and she found it impossible to stay seated, following the smell to the kitchen. Qin Muyu was holding the pan with one hand while stir-frying with the other, blending the red oil with scallions, ginger, and garlic until they became one.
"No wonder you didn't buy hot pot, you can make it yourself, how impressive," Yang Yuran took the chance to flatter who would be her future 'provider of food and clothing.'
"Step back, be careful of the oil splashing on you."
Qin Muyu stopped shaking the pan and started to stir-fry the ingredients towards the side opposite to where Yang Yuran stood.
