Did she think he did not know how to cook dumplings?

Was she looking down on him?

Was he a giant doofus who knew nothing in her eyes?

“Yeah. I just have to pour some cold water into the pot."

It was then that Camila realized he was not completely ignorant of cooking.

Since he insisted on helping, she let him have the bowl. "Suit yourself, then."

She then went to the side.

She did not want to get burned again.

When Isaac added the cold water to the pot, the water immediately stopped boiling.

He grabbed the Ladle and started stirring the contents of the pot. Camila wanted to warn him not to do that because it would ruin the dumplings’ wrappings.

However, she suddenly did not want to speak.

Isaac probably had never experienced the feeling of helplessness in his life.

She should use this opportunity to teach him a lesson.

She should step back and let him deal with the consequences of his careless stirring.

With that in mind, Camila leaned against the counter, crossed her arms over her chest, and studied Isaac intently.

Finally, Isaac noticed that something was wrong. All of the dumplings in the pot had been damaged, their fillings removed from their wrappers.

A frown formed on his face. He seemed to have made a mistake.

He turned around to ask what he should do but was met with Camila's mocking stare.

She was making fun of him, was she not?

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he discarded the ladle.

“Come here and do it yourself."

After saying that, Isaac strutted haughtily out of the kitchen.

Camila glared at him in incredulity.

What kind of man was he?

How could he leave her to clean up after his mess?