C21 We Each Get What We Need

"Cough, cough, cough..." Lu Wanwan turned on the exhaust pipe and said to Jun Siming, "The smell of oil here is strong. Don't come in."

The pot had actually fried the green onion. It had really affected the image of the Master Chef.

"Are you alright?" Jun Siming walked to Lu Wanwan's side and raised his hand to gently stroke her back