When Jinxia went out, she noticed someone was already up, and the kitchen was clanging like a symphony.
Jinxia looked at the clock in the hall, 7 in the morning, it's still early. Who got up so early?
She peeked into the kitchen and saw Dongdong frantically adding ingredients, muttering to herself: "Salt, salt, salt… Shouldn't salted pork congee have salt? Hmm… Oh, what did the phone say?"
Dongdong, still flustered, glanced down at her phone, reading out the steps aloud.
"What are you doing?" The sudden voice startled Dongdong, causing her to drop the ladle into the congee, and she hurriedly tried to fish it out.
But when she reached for it, her hand got scalded by the hot congee, and she involuntarily hissed, quickly covering her ears with her hands.
Jinxia looked amused and helpless: "Did I scare you just now?"
Dongdong shook her head quickly: "No, no, I'm just a bit sensitive, easily startled by sudden noises, that's just my nature, no worries."
