She had no idea that the "hero" behind this was actually Chi Huan.
Ma Lihua looked at her grandmother, who was smiling at her, and was full of question marks.
She had no idea why her grandmother had that expression, since she hadn't done anything wrong.
However, after this incident, she secretly decided that she would definitely cook for herself next time.
She thought that no matter what, even if her cooking was terrible, it was still better than this culinary disaster.
So, when it was time to cook the next day, Ma Lihua arrived at the kitchen they had set up early.
She tied on her apron, her eyes revealing a firm determination.
I carefully washed the ingredients, then picked up the knife and began clumsily chopping the vegetables.
There was a small pond nearby, which was groundwater that the two of them had dug out.
Although her knife skills were not very proficient, and the vegetables she cut were of varying sizes, she still took every step seriously.
She carefully started a fire in front of the stove, watching the flames rise little by little, a look of tension and excitement on her face.
Once the pan was hot, she slowly poured in the oil, which sizzled as it cooked, making her heart race with anticipation.
She dumped all the chopped vegetables into the pot, and immediately, a crackling sound filled the kitchen, and fumes rose up.
She frantically stirred the food with a spatula, her face covered in sweat, but her eyes were full of focus.
I tried hard to recall the cooking steps I had seen before, constantly adjusting the heat and the strength of the stir-fry.
Finally, a dish that wasn't perfect, but was full of her hard work, was ready.
"Pear Blossom, why are you cooking for yourself? Put it down quickly, milk is here."
That cry of "Pear Blossom" caused Ma Lihua's stir-fried dish to fall to the ground. She felt a pang of pain; it was so close.
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