"Li Ye, hurry to the kitchen and stir-fry a few dishes. Have a proper drink with Uncle Liu at noon today."
"Okay, okay, okay. I'll go right away."
In his previous life, Li Ye had heard an experienced man say that a man knowing how to cook was a double-edged blade—its advantages and disadvantages were both painfully obvious.
The advantage was that everyone liked you. Whether it was girls or your mother-in-law, they all thought you were a steady, reliable young man.
The disadvantage was that it was fucking miserable. At the drop of a hat, people would order you around to cook.
Go ask around—what real chef actually enjoyed cooking?
But Li Ye had it pretty good in this life. He had landed himself a considerate little wife who fought to do the cooking at home, as well as a sensible mother-in-law. Though she had Li Ye cook, she had never treated him like some freeloading son-in-law.
Besides, Li Ye had a stubborn streak. He only cooked for people worth cooking for. Given the friendship between Liu Zhengqing and Grandfather Li Zhongfa, he made this meal willingly.
But Liu Zhengqing was also a reasonable man. He said to Li Zhongfa, "You're guests. How can we let the children cook? There's ready-made food at home. We can eat after tidying it up a little."
Li Zhongfa said boldly, "How could that do? We're both getting on in years. Can our stomachs handle cold food in the dead of winter? We have to eat something hot. This boy is quick in the kitchen; he'll have it ready in no time."
"Fine, I'll have Hanwen lend him a hand."
"Hanwen, go to the kitchen and help your Brother Li Ye. Learn a thing or two."
Liu Zhengqing sent the punished Liu Hanwen