Mei Mengzhen rushed into the kitchen and turned on the range hood. As soon as it started, she could feel the smoke thinning out. After letting it run for a bit, the kitchen was much clearer.
She quickly left the kitchen and opened all the doors and windows in the house to vent the air. Otherwise, if she closed everything and turned on the AC later tonight, she was genuinely afraid she'd get poisoned.
When she returned to the kitchen, her look at Fan Tianyu was not as kind as it had been at noon. Mei Mengzhen's voice was calm, but her words came out with a teeth-grinding undertone, "Brother Tianyu, this is your cooking? I might as well do it myself."
Fan Tianyu felt guilty too. He hadn't expected this would happen. "Zhenzhen, sis, I swear I didn't do it on purpose. Usually, when I make instant noodles, I don't use the range hood either."
