Zhao Huai's cooking might not have been top-notch, but he could at least put together a full table of dishes.
After half an hour of busy work, all the dishes were finally served.
"It smells so good. As expected of my husband."
Yu Qinghan could not help sniffing the air. Then she flashed a toothy smile and praised him.
Zhao Huai wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled. "Eat while it's hot. This Douchi Fried Fish is guaranteed to suit your tastes."
A trace of surprise also flashed through Pei Xiangyun's eyes when she saw the table full of dishes.
She had not expected what her sister said to be true.
Growing up, aside from servants, she had barely seen any men who knew how to cook.
Now, she seemed to understand a little why her sister liked him.
Even her mother rarely entered the kitchen. Years ago, her father was often away at war as well, so the two of them seldom ate together, let alone cooked for one another.
Back then, she had thought her sister learning to cook was simply a waste of time. Looking back now, that thought had been utterly childish.
Pei Xiangyun picked up her chopsticks, lifted a piece of steaming white fish, and placed it in her mouth to savor it carefully.
What was going on? The taste was unexpectedly good.
"Well? Your brother-in-law's cooking is pretty good, isn't it?"
Yu Qinghan smiled sweetly.
"It's indeed not bad." Though Pei Xiangyun was reluctant to admit it, the delicious flavor lingering in her mouth made lying impossible.
To salvage her dignity as the younger sister-in-law, Pei Xiangyun added, "But I've heard that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. Don't you know that? Or are you not a gentleman at all?"
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