Mrs. Xie lifted the pot off the coal stove and tossed it aside in disgust. She called out to Mr. Xie, who was outside the kitchen, "We can't use this pot anymore."
"Alright. I'll go to the grocery store and buy a new one myself tomorrow," Mr. Xie said with an appeasing smile. He didn't think his wife was overreacting. The thought of Xu Chunyan's shoe being thrown into the pot and boiled for so long... Even if they washed the pot, he wouldn't want to use it again. It would be too unnerving. "What should we do now? Xiao Si and Xiao Mei still haven't had dinner. How about I cook some noodles for you all?"
Mr. Xie had misunderstood. He thought Jing Si refused his mother's offer to cook noodles because he disliked her cooking. To be fair, Mrs. Xie's noodles really weren't very good. His, on the other hand, were delicious, so he figured Jing Si wouldn't say no.
