He thought of it and promptly flicked his finger against Xu Ying's forehead.
Xu Ying, wincing in pain, touched her head, "Huo Chen, what are you doing?"
Huo Chen realized what he did and apologized with a desperate face, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Xu Ying glared at him, said nothing, turned around and went into the kitchen to start bustling around.
When it came to Huo Chen, she was not the least bit polite, "Come here and chop this hare into small pieces for me."
Feeling guilty, Huo Chen hurriedly ran in and quickly chopped up a four to five pound hare, then he looked at Xu Ying and asked, "Is there anything else I can help with?"
"Light the fire," Xu Ying commanded.
Upon hearing it, Huo Chen quickly grabbed the matches and lit the stove.
Xu Ying placed the pan on the fire, and as the oil heated up, she added spices, followed by the hare meat, filling the air with a pungent chili smell.