C467 Dispel Misunderstanding

"Mr. Gu, were you cooking just now?"

Yan Xiaohuan wrinkled her nose and sniffed. There was a faint burnt smell in the air.

Gu Beihan stubbornly said:

"No, I just made a pot."

Yan Xiaohuan:

"..."

If he just casually made a move, wouldn't the kitchen be blown up when he became serious?

Her gaze moved to the plate in Gu Beihan's hand. She said with shock,

"This is Mr. Gu..