"Ah! The dish!"
Xiong Zhi immediately pushed Linfeng away, ran to the stove, and turned off the fire.
Linfeng: "..."
The heat in his body and the temperature of those warm and moist lips were still lingering. But when his rationality returned to his mind, he realized the situation he was in.
He froze. As if a bucket of cold water was thrown over his head, the heat went away.
Did he just almost make out with his Young Miss in public?!
Linfeng's sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on the pinhole cameras in the kitchen.
Whoever was in the security room, he better be not watching this.
Xiong Zhi sighed in relief as she covered the pot with the lid.
"Thank goodness, only the edges are slightly burnt, it is still good overall. I almost burned it. I should have turned off the fire a while ago." She turned to look at Linfeng accusingly. "You should not suddenly attack me while I am cooking."
