The oil sizzles, as does the ginger and garlic, and the smell quickly fills the kitchen. Lan Wangji picks up his pair of long cooking chopsticks as he contemplates Sunny's offer. "Will you measure out the chili bean paste into my wok? As much as you like." With his free hand, he picks up a little already-open jar of red bean paste and sets it next to Sunny, along with a small spoon. He gives the aromatics a stir, then lifts the wok and brings it to her. This way he can intervene quickly if she does seem likely to come too close and burn herself.