"Be careful not to blow up the kitchen when you're trying to cook!"
The sudden voice startled her, and the pot lid in her hand slipped and clattered loudly on the floor...
Xu Kun rubbed his forehead, regretting letting her into the kitchen!
"Oops, my bad..."
She smiled apologetically, picked up the lid and placed it properly, but accidentally knocked the cutting board off the counter while reaching for the salt, and it landed squarely on her foot.
She winced in pain, frowning slightly, hastily returning the salt to its place, her movements so exaggerated that she knocked over the bottle of sesame oil next to it.
It took less than ten minutes for the whole place to become a mess.
Xu Kun came in, grabbed her arm and led her to the sofa, sitting her down, and without a word, lifted her leg to check the spot where the board had hit; her foot was slightly reddened.
"Serves you right!"
"I just realized you have no sympathy. Look at me, is this how you should be reacting?"
