The hot oil made a sizzling sound in the iron pot.
The aroma of chopped green onions exploded instantly and filled the entire kitchen.
Lin Qingfeng wore a pair of large pants that had been washed white, and a pair of flip-flops under her feet, but her movements were smooth and smooth.
A sharp and mean female voice pierced the fragrance.
"Trash!"
"Our Su family has raised you for three years, just to have you study in the kitchen every day how to be a cook?"
Mother-in-law Wang Mei held her hands in front of her chest with a look of disgust on her face. Her finger painted with bright red nail polish almost poked the bridge of Lin Qingfeng's nose.
With a flick of Lin Qingfeng's wrist, the sweet and sour pork loin in the pot drew a perfect arc in the air and fell steadily back into the pot, evenly coated with the crystal clear gravy.
He didn't even look back at Wang Mei.
"Mom, dinner will be served soon. You go to the living room to watch TV for a while."
His words were calm and no emotion could be heard.
"Who is your mother!"
Wang Mei's voice rose an octave and was so sharp that it was harsh.
