After completing all the preparations with great difficulty, he turned on the natural gas, but after turning the switch for a long time, he failed to turn on the fire.

Yin Mochen couldn't stand it any longer, so he stroked his forehead and said, "When turning the switch, press down a little harder."

Qiao Shaoan finally lit the fire according to his words.

"What's next? What should we do next?" The pot was already smoking, but he just stood there stupidly holding the spatula.

"Pour the oil." When Yin Mochen said this, he waved to Hao Nai, who was standing not far behind Qiao Shaoan, "Bao Nai, come to daddy."

"Oh, here we come!" Bad and bad always listened to Yin Mochen's words. When she saw him waving, she immediately dropped the green onions she was washing and rushed to the man's side. Taking into account his injuries, she finally said sensibly

Slowed down.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud noise of pots and pans falling to the ground, and then Qiao Shaoan let out a miserable howl: "Ah! Burn, burn, burn... I'll be burned to death!"

It turned out that the temperature of the oil pan was too high, and some oil splashed onto his hands and was so hot that he even threw away the spatula.

"Turn down the heat and pour the vegetables in!" Yin Mochen commanded calmly at the door, "Put all the side dishes in the oil and blanch them first."

Qiao Shaoan hurriedly followed his instructions. Although his movements were not skillful enough, he finally put all the dishes on the plate.

"What should I do next?" Qiao Shaoan asked the person at the door after rinsing the pot with water.

"Fry the steak." Yin Mochen dictated how to cook the steak again and asked him to do it.

Qiao Shaoan clumsily threw the beef into the oil pan. Unexpectedly, there was a 'pop' and a flame suddenly burst out in the oil pan.

"Qiao Shu, it's on fire!" Huaihuai had never seen such a scene before, and he raised his voice to remind the people standing in front of the stove, "Hurry up and put out the fire!"

"Mie Mie...how to extinguish it? Yin Mochen, what's going on?" Qiao Shaoan was really frightened by the flames. He hurriedly stepped back several steps, and then asked the man behind him for help with a look of panic.

"Take the lid and cover the pot!" For this small situation, Yin Mochen didn't even blink his eyes and casually gave a solution.

"Oh!" Qiao Shaoan suddenly remembered that in the high school chemistry class, the teacher seemed to have taught emergency measures in the event of a frying pan catching fire.

He put the lid on the pot and put out the fire. He let out a long breath and finally came back to life.

"Qiao Shu, you have the face of a tabby cat!" When he turned his face, he pointed his little index finger straight at his face.

"Ah, is my face dirty?" Qiao Shaoan is very concerned about his external image. Even as a cook, he does not allow any imperfections on his face.

"The nose and forehead are all black." Hao Hao compared his face and pointed out the corresponding locations on his face.

Qiao Shaoan turned on the faucet and washed his entire face.

"The sorghum smells like mushy!" Badai sniffed his nose and reminded loudly, "Quickly look at the meat in the pot!"

Only then did Qiao Shaoan realize that he was so nervous that he didn't even turn off the natural gas. He quickly turned off the switch and then opened the lid of the pot. The beef that was originally thrown into the pot had turned into a dark mass.
Chapter completed!