Chapter 1483: Capítulo 1483: Chapter 1484: Burnt Yet Fragrant

Bo Yanching: “Mm.”

I don’t believe you at all.

Nan Jiaojiao stepped out of his embrace, mustered up the courage, and went back to the stove. She tried to poke around with the spatula, but it jammed on the bottom and wouldn’t move.

Not understanding what went wrong, she tried harder, causing the whole pot to shift.

Bo Yanching grabbed a cloth, held the pot handle, and glanced inside, “What’s wrong?”

“I…” Nan Jiaojiao was on the verge of tears, “I don’t know, it won’t budge.”

Of course, a burnt pot wouldn’t budge.

Bo Yanching held her hand, scraped a few times forcefully, and removed the burnt residue from the bottom.

“Did I mess up the steps?”

“It’s not your fault; it’s the pot’s problem.”

“…” Nan Jiaojiao felt embarrassed, but pretending to be clueless seemed even more humiliating. She choked slightly and blurted out, “Let’s get a new pot tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“So… what’s next?”

Bo Yanching asked, “What about the steps you saw online, remember them?”

“Let me think…”

At this moment, who cares about steps; she wasn’t even sure if what was in the pot was edible. But the steps she’d read multiple times before; once she calmed down, she could recall them.

With great confidence, she filled a bowl with water.

When she poured that entire bowl of water into the pot…

Bo Yanching’s brain almost short-circuited.

Yet Nan Jiaojiao turned around and, as if seeking praise, said to him, “You have to add water; the duck needs to simmer for a while and then boil down the sauce on high heat.”

Bo Yanching: “…”

He silently took a deep breath, smiled good-naturedly, “I’ve learned something new.”

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head playfully, “I told you I could do this. I’ll make two more dishes for you!”

“There’s no need…”

Nan Jiaojiao picked up a knife and chopped down; the tomato was halved as if she were mincing meat.

Bo Yanching really was about to reach his limit.

What kind of crappy website taught her to cook?

He’d report this website later!

Luckily, the next two dishes were vegetarian, not too difficult. Bo Yanching decided to trust her and didn’t help as much as before. The result of trusting her too much…

He looked at the final product; the leaves were overcooked, and the edge of the white plate was adorned with indescribable black, greasy things.

Nan Jiaojiao grabbed two tissues and wiped around the plate’s edge.

She forcefully argued, “This is water spinach, needs high heat; don’t mind the presentation, it tastes great.”

Bo Yanching was almost about to blame the plate’s color choice, thinking it wasn’t her cooking’s appearance issue, but he didn’t even get to say anything before Nan Jiaojiao shoved a piece of water spinach to his lips, “Try it.”

He glanced at her, just looked at her, didn’t dare looking at the dish much, fearing that any more look would kill his courage to taste it. He wanted to refuse, but as he opened his mouth, Nan Jiaojiao immediately fed him the piece, eagerly asking, “How is it? How’s the taste?”

Bo Yanching had never tasted something so bad before, but no matter what, it probably wouldn’t be worse than eating dirt.

He barely chewed before swallowing, “Delicious, with a burnt, fragrant taste.”

“Right!”

She was thrilled, picked a piece to feed herself but decided against it, and instead scooped a spoonful of the tomato beef onto the rice, offered it to him first, then served herself a spoonful on her rice, too.

“Try this one. This one’s good. The… the tomato was my doing.”

Bo Yanching, playing along, took a big bite. Before he could muster a believable compliment, he suddenly heard a sniffle from Nan Jiaojiao.