At this moment, Qin Miaomiao was flustered, almost tearing the roof off!
"Ah, fire! It's on fire!"
As soon as she poured the dish in, the flames grew too strong, and she couldn't control it, resulting in a burst of fire.
Qin Miaomiao panicked and quickly grabbed the handle, but it burned her hand, causing her to let go. With a loud clatter, the pot fell to the floor!
"Ah!"
The oil splashed onto her foot, the pain making her clench her teeth tightly. Her foot immediately turned red and swollen, even forming blisters, and her hand was also turning red.
The scene was downright shocking. Little Seventh had been watching the entire time but failed to react effectively. His face turned pale as he quickly asked:
"Young Madam, are you burned?"
"It's fine, it's fine, just a pity about the food."
Pity about the food? Injuring yourself is the real issue, alright!
