"Hot wok, cold oil!"
"Don't put the spatula in when it's still wet..."
"Ah!" The hot oil in the wok hissed as it met the water and splattered out, startling Xia Xiaoxiao into retreating clumsily and quickly covering the wok with a lid.
"You're being silly, don't panic, give me the spatula." Xu Qingfan turned down the flame on the gas stove and watched her with amusement.
"I don't want to learn anymore, you do it!" After returning the spatula to him, Xia Xiaoxiao frowned and pouted as she wiped at the spot where the oil had splashed.
"You're hopeless. Just watch," Xu Qingfan shook his head as he rendered fat from the pork and then added the tardy bok choi.
Recently, a cold front had swept into Li City again, chilling to the bone with temperatures around three to four degrees, but luckily the new air conditioner at home had heating. Aside from the dryness, staying indoors was quite comfortable.
