Mo Xingyuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, chopsticks still in his hand. “Let go.” “No.” Su Li arched an eyebrow, a rebellious glint in her eye. Mo Xingyuan’s pupils contracted. “The pot’s going to burn.” Su Li simply reached out and turned off the stove. A rare look of exasperation crossed his face. “What are you trying to do?” “I want braised beef noodle soup.” Mo Xingyuan frowned. “Or, I could