That evening at dinner, Gu Ransheng turned into a ruthless cooking machine, showing off all sorts of flashy culinary skills in the kitchen.
Gu Mingxuan refused to be outdone. With two gas burners, one for each of them, they worked smoothly and effortlessly, preparing that night's dinner.
Gu Ransheng glanced at Gu Mingxuan and revealed a satisfied expression.
As expected of his son. He should inherit his cooking skills.
"Mingxuan."
The AI actually turned on his mic.
Hearing that, Gu Mingxuan asked softly, "What is it, Dad?"
"Your dad didn't know how to cook before, either. Later, after I met your mom, I started learning."
Gu Mingxuan froze slightly.
That experience sounded so familiar. It seemed like he was the same way.
"Then why didn't my mom learn to cook?" Gu Mingxuan asked the question he had always wanted to ask.
Cooking actually was not difficult. As long as someone was not born with an innate immunity to kitchens like Luo Ye, learning to cook would not be too hard.
"Her? I remember the first time she cooked, she got into an argument with the spatula because she thought it wasn't cooperating with her."
Gu Mingxuan's mouth twitched when he heard that.
He could picture it. That really was something his mother would do.
"Is that related to genetics? Can Luo Ye's parents cook?"
"I don't remember, but I heard one of them could cook while the other couldn't."
"How amazing."
The two interacted in the kitchen, then brought the freshly prepared dishes to the table.
"Xiao Li, try our cooking and see if it suits your taste," Chen Shaoman said.
"Thank you, Uncle and Auntie."
Li Haoyang said this somewhat bashfully.
Luo Ye's aunt and uncle both had such refined temperaments.
No wonder they had raised Professor Gu and