"I burned myself."
Jiang Yaoyao nodded, "It was all for making you a meal."
And yet it turned out to be such a disaster.
Bo Jinlan asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It stopped hurting a long time ago."
The man held her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the red spots gently, "Don't go into the kitchen again, be good."
Jiang Yaoyao said, "You despise me!"
"Not at all," Bo Jinlan laughed, "I feel pain for you."
Jiang Yaoyao huffed proudly, "Even if you ask me to go, I won't go into the kitchen anymore!"
It was her first time in the kitchen, and it was such a mess. Never mind, she simply didn't have a talent for cooking, so she'd just lie flat and take the mockery.
"From now on, just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you," Bo Jinlan added.
Jiang Yaoyao was curious, "Can you make anything?"
"Most things I can, and what I can't, I can learn. Probably... with more talent than you."
Jiang Yaoyao: "..."