Rays of dawn light filtered through the thin curtains and fell on the clean marble floor tiles.
The dew on the lush leaves glistened in the sunlight, and the chirping of birds was clear and melodious.
"Bang--"
Suddenly, a dull, short crack echoed throughout the vast Huo family estate, shattering the morning's tranquility and beauty, and startling the gray magpies in the garden into taking flight.
In the kitchen.
Huo Qin frowned, his elegant white shirt and well-tailored black trousers were stained with several brown stains, and even his handsome and aloof cheek was not spared from being stained with a couple of spots.
Compared to that, the kitchen floor tiles and ceiling, splattered with splatter, seem insignificant.
Huo Qin stared intently at the dark, unidentified lump in the pot, his hand clenched tightly on the edge of the table, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
He clearly followed the steps in that account.
Isn't it recommended a million times?
How could it have failed?!
Aunt Ning, who rushed over upon hearing the noise, was stunned and speechless upon seeing the messy kitchen and Mr. Huo's furious expression. "This...this..."
I should have secretly watched from outside when I knew that Mr. Huo said he was going to cook by himself.
After a long period of rehabilitation, Aunt Ning finally regained her voice and tried to comfort him, saying, "Mr. Huo, the oil temperature was probably too high... It's normal for a novice to make mistakes..."
"Is that so?"
Huo Qin pulled out a wet wipe and expressionlessly wiped the grime from his face. The man took a deep breath, confirming that his steps hadn't been wrong, or perhaps his technique had lacked precision. After drying his hands, he picked up his tablet and checked the recipe repeatedly, only to accidentally touch the shortcut to the top button in the lower right corner—
Blogger nicknames I follow:
[A daily kitchen frying tip]
It's not about cooking, it's about blowing up the kitchen.
Personal profile description: A compilation of cooking failures, each one a disaster in an unexpected moment.
Huo Qin stared intently at the name, his dark eyes narrowing instantly as a terrifying rage erupted.
Tell me your name again.
So all those million-plus fans came to laugh at you?
Huo Qin immediately understood why this blogger didn't include a picture of the finished product after each recipe.
"..."
Aunt Ning had no idea what kind of blow the gentleman had just suffered, and his aura was even more terrifying, so she didn't dare to go forward to comfort him anymore.
The man is an adult; let him figure it out himself.
Just then, Xiao Tuanzi's frantic shouts came from outside the kitchen.
"Earthquake! Earthquake! Daddy and Auntie, run!"
The little dumpling, awakened by the explosion while her older brother was not home, rushed downstairs to poop and ran away with Aunt Ning.
But the living room was empty at the time.
Only wisps of black smoke rose from the kitchen, and figures could be seen faintly at the doorway.
Then the two people in the kitchen saw the little dumpling rush in in a panic, shouting, "Earthquake! Daddy, Auntie, run! It's too late!"
The little girl, dressed in thin fleece pajamas and with her hair all messy, had clearly been startled awake. A small rabbit was tucked under one arm, and she was clutching a pile of miscellaneous snacks in her arms—she was clearly ready to embark on a family-run escape.
"Huh?" Chaochao stared blankly for a second at the black smoke rising from the pot, then her almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief. "It's...it's on fire!!!"
The system immediately understood what was going on and burst into laughter.
In its lifetime, it actually witnessed the villain blowing up the kitchen!
Huo Qin: "..."
He calmly put the lid on the pot, not wanting the little dumpling to see the failed sweet and sour pork, and said calmly, "There was no earthquake, no fire... the construction crew nearby is just busy."
Mr. Huo, have you forgotten that you live in a detached villa?
The system saw through his clumsy excuse at a glance.
But little dumplings are easy to fool.
"Oh, I see..." Chaochao breathed a sigh of relief.
It's so good that she didn't have to run away, otherwise Peach Milk would be so heartbroken if she knew she left it behind.
After relaxing, Chaochao opened her eyes blankly, looking at the sky, the ground, and Huo Qin. Faced with this situation, her little brain simply couldn't keep up, and her CPU went completely overheated.
"...Daddy, what happened to you?"
Huo Qin said casually, "I accidentally fell."
Although this is also embarrassing, it doesn't sound as bad as blowing up the kitchen.
Feeling that Mr. Huo had glanced at her, Aunt Ning quickly chimed in, "Yes, Chaochao, Auntie saw Mr. Huo fall with her own eyes."
Chaochao was very surprised when she heard this. Her dad could actually fall down?
So, did she inherit her tendency to fall from her father?
The little dumpling felt much more at ease.
When Huo Qin saw Chaochao's absent-minded expression, he knew she was imagining all sorts of nonsense.
"Call the housekeeper to handle it." After saying this to Aunt Ning, he intended to pick up the little dumpling and walk straight out, but after glancing down at the dirty shirt, he instead grabbed her pajamas by the collar and dragged her out.
They asked why we didn't hold hands.
Because the little dumpling was covered in all her belongings, there was simply no room for her to put anything else down.
But Chaochao was still unwilling to leave. She sniffed like a puppy, and with her keen sensitivity to things, she immediately turned her head to look at the black pot.
"Daddy, what are you cooking?"
Chaochao looked up at Huo Qin with her bright almond-shaped eyes.
It smells sour...and has a slightly strange smell...
That's really something new.
Huo Qin's jaw stiffened slightly. "...A new dish, you haven't tried it before."
The system actively raised its hand.
I know, I know, this dish is called Sweet and Sour Bomb!
Isn't it both authentic and stylish? Haha.
Chaochao's eyes lit up, and she was about to ask if she could try it for her dad first when Aunt Ning appeared like a savior, pushing Chaochao outside: "Come, come, we're going to Grandpa's house this afternoon. Auntie will help Chaochao put on her new clothes, okay?"
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