"Ah!" Tong Yanqi reacted suddenly, let out a short scream, and quickly ran to the stove to turn off the fire.

Tong Yanqi, who had already smelled a slight burnt smell, didn't care about his own wounds and served the scrambled eggs with tomatoes with a sad face.

"Let me see how much of it is burnt." Tong Yanqi now felt inexplicably flustered and took out a pair of clean chopsticks to search for the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the plate.

The whole plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was two degrees more mushy than when it was just cooked. It was still edible, but it was quite spicy.

Then the small area at the bottom of the pot was a little burnt. Tong Yanqi picked out the tomatoes and eggs, which were obviously and strikingly colored, and threw them into the trash can.

After confirming that there was no other obvious black stain, Tong Yanqi breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh - this dish is still edible - right?"

Tong Yanqi looked at the camera and asked hesitantly.

Mu Yuezhu looked at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on Tong Yanqi's plate and nodded, "Okay, this color is still edible. Any darker and it won't be suitable."

[Faxun: Sister Qi is so busy, I don’t even have time to type.]

[Sister led me: Yes, I felt nervous and busy watching Sister Qi cooking.]

[Heartbroken Puppy: We are busy breathing]

[A love-brained person is only fit to dig wild vegetables: Wound, treat the wound! ]

[Retirement at 40: Girl! Is your left hand okay?]

[Boss: Stop frying that crap, rinse it with cold water and apply ointment.]

Tong Yanqi, who was busy trying to save his hard-earned work, didn't see the crazy comments flooding the screen. After putting the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the plate, he belatedly remembered his wound and continued to rinse it with cold water.

After rinsing, Tong Yanqi raised his left hand and carefully looked at the wound on his wrist. It was slightly red and did not look serious.

The pain in the wound was very slight and it was not a big problem, so Tong Yanqi planned to continue cooking.

After washing the pot, Tong Yanqi carefully approached the pot where the mushrooms were cooking. Looking at the steam that kept coming out, he asked in confusion, "How long will it take to cook these mushrooms?"

Mu Yuezhu didn't answer directly, but asked: "Do you want to go and treat the wound first?"

Tong Yanqi shook his head: "It's a minor problem, just a little red. It's much better after I rinsed it with cold water."

Hearing this, Mu Yuezhu stopped asking questions and continued to instruct: "It's almost cooked. Be careful when you open the lid, don't get burned again."

"Okay." Tong Yanqi turned off the fire, put a rag on the handle of the pot, and gently lifted a corner of the lid.

This corner was the farthest from Tong Yanqi. Once the lid of the pot was opened, countless steam came out through the tiny gap. For a moment, the kitchen was filled with mist.

Seeing that the air was almost released, Tong Yanqi slowly and gently lifted the lid of the pot.

Very good, I was not burned. Tong Yanqi breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room also breathed a sigh of relief.

[Retirement at 40: I'm scared to death. Cooking is still very dangerous. Girl, if you want to cook in the future, plan the steps in advance and don't be so flustered like you are now.]

[A love-brained person is only fit to dig wild vegetables: Are you trying to piss me off to death? At least apply ointment to burn wounds!!]

[Legal Monk: It can be seen that our brain brother is very broken]

[Wait for me: Not loving myself enough]

[Sister takes me: OK, OK, our sister Qi has made progress]

After Tong Yanqi successfully and safely lifted the lid of the pot and fished out the mushrooms, he immediately heated oil in the pot and prepared to start cooking.

"The oil still needs to be heated, and then the lean meat should be put in first. The lean meat should be fried for a while in advance."

Since the meat had already been fried once at noon today, Tong Yanqi knew that it would easily splash oil when the meat was put into the pan.

So she picked up the lid on the side of the pot and used it to block the edge of the pot, separating herself from the pot, and carefully poured the meat into the pot with her other hand. Sure enough, as soon as the meat was put into the pot, the oil in the pot kept sizzling and splashing.

Tong Yanqi couldn't help but raise his left hand, which was holding the pot lid, a little higher to cover Tong Yanqi's face tightly, for fear that the oil would splash on his face.

The timid Tong Yanqi kept stir-frying the lean meat while holding the pot lid in one hand and the spatula in the other.

"Okay, okay, you can put the chili and garlic in and stir-fry for a few seconds, then add the mushrooms and stir-fry together."

Because he was afraid of being splashed by the oil, Tong Yanqi used the pot lid to block the possible splashes of oil. However, this action also sealed his left hand, hindering his cooking.

So the action was a bit slow and the response was not fast enough.

However, the whole process was smooth.

Seeing that Tong Yanqi had followed the whole process smoothly, Mu Yuezhu assured him, "Stir-fry for a while and then you can serve it. I'll go get the takeaway first."

Tong Yanqi, who only had eyes for the stir-fried pork and mushroom dish in front of him, nodded subconsciously. It wasn't until five or six seconds later that he realized, "Hey? Sister Yuezhu? How long do you want to fry it?"

Not hearing any sound from the Bluetooth headset, Tong Yanqi asked again: "Sister Yuezhu, how long does it take to stir-fry?"

Still no response.

Finished, Yuezhu went to get takeout.

Tong Yanqi looked at the stir-fried pork and mushrooms under his spatula, his expression instantly became bitter, and he still didn't dare to stop waving the spatula.

[Dharma Monk: Oh no, I don’t know how long this will last, but I don’t dare to stop.]

[Retirement at 40: I don't even know how to cook, what does it take to know if something is cooked?]

My sister asked me: "Yes, shiitake mushrooms are fungi, so they need to be stir-fried before they can be eaten, right?"

[Wait for me: It looks like it will be cooked after just a little more frying.]

[Heartbroken Puppy: Mr. Deng actually knows how to cook? Shocked.jpg]

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