The Stir-Fry Burned

The end of the Graduate School Entrance Exam also meant that the last important matter of the semester had come to an end.

As for Luo Ye's Final Exam, it was a piece of cake.

However, there were less than twenty days left until the January 15 break.

At last, Luo Ye's third semester at university was about to end.

After returning to the Family Building, he suddenly remembered that New Year's Day was almost here.

This would be the second New Year's Day he and his senior sister had spent together.

As Luo Ye stir-fried vegetables, he pondered the matter.

How should they spend New Year's Day?

Before long, a burnt smell drifted into Luo Ye's nose.

His expression changed, and he cried out inwardly, Oh no!

He had burned the stir-fry.

Luo Ye hurriedly turned off the gas, then scrambled around the kitchen in a panic.

The burnt smell soon reached the living room. Su Baizhou came to the kitchen door and looked at the blackened, indescribable thing in the wok. Expressionlessly, she asked, "What is this?"

Though her face was blank, it was different from her usual blank expression.

Her usual expressionlessness was simply how Su Baizhou normally looked.

But in front of Luo Ye now, Su Baizhou's expressionlessness was an expression in itself.

It gave off a sense of speechlessness.

Luo Ye scratched his head and said awkwardly, "It got burned."

Ever since he had started living under the same roof as Fairy Senior Sister, something like this had not happened in a long time.

Su Baizhou walked over and added some seasonings to the dish, trying to salvage it.

Then she picked up a pair of chopsticks and took a small taste to see whether it had been saved.

"Well?"

Luo Ye asked expectantly.

Su