At this moment, Qin Miaomiao was flustered, almost tearing the roof off! Fresh chapters posted on novel✦fire.net
"Ah, fire! It’s on fire!"
As soon as she poured the dish in, the flames grew too strong, and she couldn’t control it, resulting in a burst of fire.
Qin Miaomiao panicked and quickly grabbed the handle, but it burned her hand, causing her to let go. With a loud clatter, the pot fell to the floor!
The oil splashed onto her foot, the pain making her clench her teeth tightly. Her foot immediately turned red and swollen, even forming blisters, and her hand was also turning red.
The scene was downright shocking. Little Seventh had been watching the entire time but failed to react effectively. His face turned pale as he quickly asked:
"Young Madam, are you burned?"
"It’s fine, it’s fine, just a pity about the food."
Pity about the food? Injuring yourself is the real issue, alright!
Little Sixth rushed over instantly. Seeing her in such a sorry state, he quickly pulled her out: "Young Madam, you’re burned? I’ve already said this cooking thing is definitely not for you, yet you insisted. Hurry up and apply some burn ointment. Otherwise, it will be bad if it gets infected."
Qin Miaomiao obediently allowed Little Sixth to pull her out. Her palm was red and swollen, though fortunately, there were no blisters. However, there were quite a few blisters on her foot, and just touching it was excruciating.
Qin Miaomiao felt a bit defeated. It seemed that the route of being a virtuous wife and devoted mother was not suited for her.
"Young Madam, leave dinner to Little Seventh. You should stay far from the kitchen. If you get hurt, we won’t be able to explain it to Young Master Lu."
Being told this, Qin Miaomiao felt even more frustrated. Fine, she’ll give up on personally cooking!
"Then come shopping with me to pick out a gift. What do men usually like?"
While applying medicine to her, Little Sixth thought for a moment: "Watches? Clothes? Intimate items?"
Qin Miaomiao smacked his head with her palm, but ended up hurting herself.
"Get lost! What nonsense! Be serious and help me choose a gift! If you don’t pick something good-looking, you’re doomed!"
Little Sixth stiffened, his expression becoming serious: "Understood, Young Madam! No problem, Young Madam. But if we’re talking taste, Little Fourth is the real expert. How about asking him to join?"
"Of course!" She had to drag Little Fourth into this; it gave her peace of mind.
And so, flanked by Little Sixth and Little Seventh, Qin Miaomiao charged into the shopping mall!
Patek Philippe is an international top-tier watch brand, and as for the prices, most people would shy away.
When Little Fourth arrived, he didn’t even need the sales assistant to explain; he knew all about it himself:
"Young Madam, take a look at this one—low-key elegance with depth. The tiny diamonds inside are incredibly pure, and it’s a limited edition. Now, check out this one—the embedded black diamond exudes mystery and allure. And finally, this one—look at the perfect curves and exquisite craftsmanship. Every man would dream of this!"
Qin Miaomiao stared at the three watches for a long time and asked hesitantly:
"So, which one should I choose?"
Little Fourth, who had been going on and on, scratched his head: "In my opinion, all of them are good. Young Madam, you should pick one yourself."
Qin Miaomiao: ... Then what’s the point of you rambling so much? Ugh!
"I’ll take all three. Wrap them up for me."
The sales associate’s eyes sparkled—what a big spender! So young, yet so wealthy. The two handsome men beside her—could they be her kept boys?
Tsk tsk, truly generous.
Little Sixth looked a bit astonished and said: "Young Madam, why are you buying so many?"
"Can’t I let my husband rotate wearing them? No wait, I also have to buy one for my Ninth Uncle. Miss, which watch here is the most expensive, the most tasteful, and exudes the most class?"