The kitchen was filled with smoke and sizzling noises. Qin Guanglin was no longer timidly standing a meter away, stretching his long arms to stir with the spatula for fear of oil splashing onto himself.
He skillfully added salt and soy sauce, stir-fried it briefly, covered the wok to simmer for a while, then turned to dry the soaked potato strips. Just as the beans were about done, he would start stir-frying the potato strips.
He Fang leaned in the doorway, watching him bustling around in an apron, without offering pointers, just quietly observing without making a sound.
As she watched, a smile unconsciously surfaced on her face, and she lightly bit her lip, bowing her head to stifle a laugh.
Her taste in men was really good...
This guy, no matter when, always made one feel secure.