Although Lin Chen was banished to the living room, his ears remained tuned to the cacophony coming from the kitchen.
He was honestly scared of Wei Ling as he was very worried that this sister might set the kitchen on fire again.
Thus, Lin Chen heard mutterings that almost made him spit blood.
"How come this salt is sweet? Could it be that I just put in sugar instead of salt?"
"Why has this meat turned black? Oh no, I forgot to put oil in while frying the meat."
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Smelling the burnt scent wafting from the kitchen, Lin Chen felt a tearful urge, foreseeing that there was no escape from disaster tonight.
Before long, Wei Ling brought in something pitch-dark that she referred to as "wood ear pork."
Looking at the disastrous wood ear pork, Lin Chen felt a major catastrophe approaching.
Seeing Lin Chen's grim expression, Wei Ling stiffened her pretty face, "What's wrong? Do you despise the dish I cooked because it's not pretty?"