There were a lot of people staying at Professor Zhang's house today, so Li Ye definitely would not be left to handle everything alone. Yu Xiufen and several senior sisters came in to help, and even Cai Minying, who normally never went near a stove, came in to lend a hand.
Three women made a show, and when sisters who had known one another for years got together, they naturally chirped away, gossip and all sorts of news flying everywhere.
At just over thirty, Li Ye was the youngest. He had no desire to mingle with this crowd of aunties and middle-aged women. If one of them suddenly tossed out some fierce, wolfish remark, he might not even know how to respond.
Yet somehow, as they chatted, the women turned the subject to Li Ye.
Yu Xiufen looked at Li Ye with disdain. "Say, Li Ye, hasn't your knife work slipped a little? We've got more than twenty people eating today! Will we even get a hot meal by noon?"
Li Ye was thoroughly puzzled. It was true that he had cooked less and less at home in recent years. After all, his little wife could cook, and his grandmother and younger sister often cooked too. As a grown man, of course he had been happy to take it easy.
To be honest, after getting married, Li Ye had cooked at home fewer than ten times a month. At most, he stood there as the head chef, directing his little wife while she cooked.
But not cooking was one thing; Li Ye still had great confidence in his knife skills. His tap-tap-tap was impeccable in both speed and precision.
"My knife work has slipped? No way. I think it's Senior Sister Yu whose cooking skills have deteriorated after all these