Ou Chenghai's words were carefully noted by Ou Lan, line by line into a recipe. For the next two hours, she cooked each dish just as the recipes specified.
Two hours later, she indeed managed to make all six dishes without the house-burning disaster that Zhan Lingtao had feared.
Ou Lan felt quite accomplished.
It was her first time making so many dishes. Although the colors weren't great, they should be edible, she thought.
She happily placed all the dishes on the dining room table.
Finally, she wiped her face and went to the living room to call Jing Nianhui for dinner.
Zhan Lingtao looked at Ou Lan's face, slightly reddened by the smoke, and blinked in surprise. His expression seemed to ask, "Did you really make them? And the house is still intact?"
