Chapter 1173: Hot Dishes

“My godmother went on a trip, so I was with Grandpa horseback riding.

I’ve had dinner, have you eaten?”

Bo Yanching shook his head, “Not yet.”

“Then let me cook for you!”

Bo Yanching raised an eyebrow, looking at her both amused and pleading, “Let’s forget it, I’ll do it instead.

What do you want to eat?”

He headed towards the kitchen, planning to check the fridge.

Nan Jiaojiao had to jog to catch up to him.

It’s only been a few days, and he’s become a blend of human and twisty, dressed neatly with no trace of the bandages inside.

“I brought it back!”

Nan Jiaojiao waved the two large bags she was carrying at him and sneaked closer, saying, “I praised the food, and Grandpa had the kitchen make an extra portion for me; untouched, I brought it back.”

Bo Yanching breathed a sigh of relief, “I was worried you’d actually cook.”

The thought of her past antics immediately came to his mind, including those two bloody steaks.

Nan Jiaojiao glared, “If I heat the food up, that’s technically cooking!”

Bo Yanching laughed, “Yes, you’re right.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded in satisfaction, put the things down, and then carefully helped him to the sofa, making sure he was seated comfortably, “Watch some TV; I’ll be quick.”

She found the remote, handed it to him, then took it back again, probably thinking he wouldn’t know how to use it, and enthusiastically switched to Peppa Pig for him.

Bo Yanching sat in the living room, in the company of a bunch of pigs.

He wasn’t in the mood to watch, and slightly turned to look towards the open kitchen.

Nan Jiaojiao tied on an apron, bustling around busily.

She started with two pots, confidently pouring in oil, but before it was hot enough, just as it started to smoke, she put the meat and vegetables in.

There was a sizzle, and she jumped back in fright, wielding the spatula like a defensive weapon.

Bo Yanching immediately tried to get up, forgetting to use his crutch, and fell back onto the sofa, gasping in pain from an unknown bruise.

He suppressed the sound, not letting her hear it.

He took a breath and said, “Jiaojiao, you don’t need oil to reheat food, and don’t need the heat that high.”

“Huh?

What?”

Nan Jiaojiao seemed deaf, not hearing a word.

The pot was already burnt, and standing in front of the rising black smoke, she looked ready to darken at any moment.

Bo Yanching couldn’t stay seated.

Supporting himself with the crutch, he walked over, pulling her away a bit before turning off the heat.

He really wanted to scold her, but when he turned his head, he saw Nan Jiaojiao’s blackened face looking at him with innocent confusion, and any words he had ready were gone in an instant.

“You…”

Bo Yanching gestured towards the burnt mess in the pot, “What’s this?”

Nan Jiaojiao craned her neck for a look, “I don’t know, seems like black pepper beef tenderloin.”

“You managed to reheat the food to this point, simply…”

Nan Jiaojiao dashed over in two steps, clinging to his arm, her eyes blinking.

Bo Yanching immediately changed his tune, “It’s fine, I can do it.”

“No way!

You’re injured, you can’t use the spatula.

You stand next to me and teach me.

I’ll do it.”

Bo Yanching was truly nervous, not daring to let her continue, but Nan Jiaojiao was afraid he’d take over, so she grabbed the pot of ruined food, poured it out, cleaned it, and put it back.

She brought out all the food from the two bags, laying out the boxes one by one.

She asked, “Which one should we heat first?”

“Soup, easier to clean the pot.”

“Alright then.”

Nan Jiaojiao opened the box with the soup, and Bo Yanching instinctively gave it a steadying hand, fearing she wouldn’t hold it securely.