Ye Chaoxiang walked out of his room and climbed down the stairs. On getting to the last one, the aroma of his mother's food wafted in to his nostrils and assaulted his senses. He quickly walked to the dinning room and he beheld the little feast on the dinning table. Food in its full glory and magnificence.
Deep fried fish, sauced vegetable and rice, chicken soup and stead buns. It was a sight to behold. A sight worth drooling for. Mrs Ye's work of art. Ye Chaoxiang could not wait to dig in. He really missed his mum's cooking even when the last ti he ate her food was just a day before yesterday.
His father and sister were already sitting at their respective seats.
"Where is mum?" He asked.
"In the kitchen," Ye Yumi answered while playing candy crush on her iPad. With the information already collected, Ye Chaoxiang made his way to the kitchen to check what his mother was doing.
Mrs Ye was taking out the blueberry muffins she had made for dessert out of the oven.
"Mum let help you out. You should do sothing less stressful or go to the dinning and wait for ," Ye Chaoxiang suggested. He was always looking out for his family even though his father was also doing that perfectly well.
"No worries. It is just taking out the muffins from the oven. It is not so stressful and besides, how will I get stressed when I am preparing a healthy al for my wonderful kids and loving husband," she refused his help.
"No can do mum. Just step aside and let do it. If you have anything else to do, just give the instructions and I will carry the remaining cooking perfectly fine," Ye Chaoxiang insisted.
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"Alright. Now you go and seat with Dad and Yumi at the dinning table. I will round off everything here," he said and pushed her out of the kitchen
"Okay. I am leaving you do not have to chase out," Mrs Ye jokingly complained.
"If I do not do this you would definitely still stick around. So chop chop to the table I will follow you shortly," Ye Chaoxiang said.
After five minutes, Ye Chaoxiang joined them at the table and after saying grace, they started eating.
"Hmm! This is so good mum. Where in God's na did you learn such skills. It is so sweet," Ye Yumi praised her mother's culinary skills.
"Yeah this is delicious. I can never get tired of mum's cooking. It will forever be imprinted in my stomach," Ye Chaoxiang added while rubbing g his flat stomach hidden under his shirt.
"What do you expect from Mr Ye's wife? Of course she would know how to make great dishes," Mr Ye shalessly bragged. Everyone laughed at his shalessness. Such a narcissist.
"You guys flatter alot. If you do not stop my head will sell and then eventually burst from your too much praises. You want to die of excessive gratifying heartbeat failure," Mrs Ye said quickly before she would die of happiness. She was always proud of her nonfading skills in the kitchen.
Mrs Ye loved spending her ti in the kitchen. It was one of her hobbies apart from playing the piano and gardening. Since her husband wanted her to stay at ho instead of working, she spent most of her ti in the kitchen or reading magazines.
"Mum you have to teach too. Xiang can't be the only one amongst the two of us that should learn how to cook. I want to learn too," Ye Yumi said with a pout.
"Well when I wanted to teach you guys, Xiang was the only y ready to learn. You decided to be the eater. Now you what to learn? Pfft, do not joke with this again," Mrs Ye teased her daughter.
"I second that. Just keep being the foodie alright?" Ye Chaoxiang also teased her.
"Hey no fair. At that ti I was not ready to bear such responsibility as I was still not mature. But now I am. Do not tell you will not teach mum?," Ye Yumi defended herself.
"Well you should get an approval from my son. I need to work according to my health," Mrs Ye said innocently. Her words made everyone turn to Ye Chaoxiang as he was his mother's personal doctor. Ye Chaoxiang got his mother's signal and knew she wanted him to play along.
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