Xi Jiu, worried that the splattering hot oil might scald Ruan Qi's hands wrapped around his waist, immediately grabbed her arm and stepped back two steps.
Then he picked up the lid and swiftly covered the frying pan with it.
The lid cut off the air, and the flames in the frying pan gradually died out, leaving only the sizzling sound of hot oil.
Ruan Qi poked her little head out from behind Xi Jiu, "Jiujiu..."
Before she finished speaking, the man suddenly turned around, slid his arm through her legs, and lifted her up in a child-carrying position with one hand.
Ruan Qi's view instantly changed from about five feet four to about six feet.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck, looking bewildered, "Jiujiu?"
Xi Jiu's eyes darkened slightly, the muscles in his arms taut with veins protruding.
He silently left the kitchen, carrying the girl into the dining room, then crouched down to place her onto a dining chair.
