"Forgot what, Fay?" Denis asked innocently.
Faye didn't answer. She ran to the kitchen and shouted again, seeing her oven start to smoke. He held his breath and pulled out the oven meter, then ran to the window to open it wide to let the smoke escape.
"Fay!" Denis immediately followed Faye from behind.
Faye checks the oven again, is there fire or not.
Nothing.
After making sure it was safe, Faye opened the oven door so that all the smoke came out.
"Fay, it's dangerous to do it alone," said Denis admonished, "let me take care of this."
Faye didn't listen, she took her gloves and took out an apple pie, which was burnt out of shape. She sighed in disappointment, "Too bad ..."
Denis looked sadly at the apple pie too. From the very beginning, he hoped that he could taste the food she made, "Right ..."
Faye threw the apple pie into the trash with a heavy heart, "Denis, can you check my oven? Is it broken or not?"