Chapter 37: The Guts Have Grown
Of course, Qin Guanglin couldn’t be the one to cook dinner. Qin’s Mom stir-fried the oddly-shaped vegetables Qin Guanglin had cut and left him with a single dish of stir-fried greens to practice on. If it turned out bad, he’d be the one eating it anyway.
Qin Guanglin felt a bit excited as he held the spatula for the first time. He always thought the chefs on TV, making flames shoot up as they cooked, looked really cool. He wanted to imitate them but knew better than to try anything flashy. He carefully flipped the vegetables with the spatula.
"Why are you standing so far away?" He Fang pushed him from behind. "You won’t get burned. Trust me."
"No, no, this is fine." Qin Guanglin stood an arm’s length away, refusing to get closer.
"Listen, you really won’t get burned."
He Fang pushed him a couple of times with no success. Seeing that Qin’s Mom in the living room wasn’t paying attention, she leaned her whole body against Qin Guanglin’s back. "Don’t move unless you’re afraid your mom will see."
This effectively pinned Qin Guanglin in place. He quickly leaned forward, watching the sizzling, crackling wok nervously. "Just you wait!"
"Wait for what?" He Fang, trying to regain the upper hand, whispered menacingly, "If you mess around, I’ll tell your mom."
"..."
"How much salt should I add?" Qin Guanglin changed the subject.