Although her tone was cold, Yan Luoxi was sensitive enough to pick up on the injury in his voice. Her heart suddenly ached with sadness. Looking at the last remaining dish on the chopping board, she suddenly pushed him out.
"You don't belong in the kitchen, it's not only crowded but also affects my performance. Out, out," Yan Luoxi pushed him out the door and shut it with a "bang," finally able to breathe a bit easier.
Taking a deep breath, she resumed her place in front of the stove and started to stir-fry the final dish, braised pork. Without Li Yeqi interfering, she didn't have any mishaps this time and soon served the braised pork, which was perfect in color, aroma, and taste.
Li Yeqi sat by the dining table, watching her bring the last dish to the table. The savory scent of the braised pork filled the air, its color bright and shiny, and in comparison to the other dishes, it was quite presentable.
