Just right, Nan Jiaojiao hadn't changed clothes yet, and the two of them were hungry too.
She arranged the ingredients neatly and warmly pushed them to Bo Qingshan, "Don't overcook it."
Bo Qingshan cheerily responded with a "Okay".
But after all, he was a pampered young master who knew nothing about these tasks, not even how to brush oil on the food. So, he sought Nan Jiaojiao's help, and since she didn't know either, they decided together to call a waiter over.
"I'll fetch some drinks. I just saw some Sprite in the fridge. I need to grab some before my Uncle arrives, even if I get scolded, it's worth it."
Bo Qingshan jumped up excitedly, and not watching his step in his excitement, his jacket snagged on the end of the roast whole lamb skewer, toppling the stove. As luck would have it, the lamb and the scalding charcoal all fell into the hot spring pool.
The waiter arrived just at that moment, horrified.
