Mei Mengzhen rushed into the kitchen and turned on the range hood, and the moment it started, you could feel the smoke had lessened quite a bit. After a little more ventilation, most of the kitchen haze cleared out.
She quickly left the kitchen and opened every door and window in the house to air things out. Otherwise, she was genuinely afraid she'd get poisoned if she closed everything up and turned on the AC later that night.
When she reentered the kitchen, the look she gave Fan Tianyu was nowhere near as friendly as it had been at lunchtime. Her voice sounded calm, but her words were definitely gritted through her teeth, "Brother Tianyu, is this what you call cooking? Honestly, I'd be better off doing it myself."
Fan Tianyu was feeling a bit guilty too. He really hadn't thought things would go this wrong. "Zhenzhen, little sis, I swear I didn't do it on purpose. Usually, when I make instant noodles, I never turn on the hood!"
