At dusk, i Feng returned ho.
Even before she unlocked the door, she slled her favorite dish, stead pork ribs with rice flour.
Creak, the door opened, and as soon as she changed into slippers, she saw Shan Chuan, apron tied around his waist, scurrying over.
"i Feng, how was it today? Did you win at mahjong?"
i Feng was soone who couldn’sit still. Even though her injuries hadn’t healed, she had already run off to play mahjong at Manager Wang’s place.
However, after arguing with her daughter Luo Ning last ti, she did try to control herself and rushed back ho at alti.
"No!"
As usual, i Feng’s irritation flared up at the sight of Shan Chuan, "Annoying! I didn’t win a single hand in the last round, and I even let through two winning tiles!"
"Wait. Why are you wearing that?"
She seed to notice Shan Chuan’s attire and asked with a frown.
"To cook."
Shan Chuan let out a sly chuckle and said, "I had nothing to do at ho today, so I watched so short videos to learn how to cook."
"And since I know you like stead pork ribs with rice flour, that’s the first dish I learned to make!"
"Hmm? You’re cooking for ?"
The sun rising from the west?
i Feng looked at him suspiciously, trying to discern sothing from his eyes.
Having lived with i Feng for many years, Shan Chuan knew all too well how sharp her eyes were. They were like fiery eyes that could see through any deception.
He dared not look her in the eye and made excuses, "Cooking for you, I’ve done it before, haven’t I?"
"Besides, you’ve suffered so much recently. I made so stead pork ribs as a way to nourish you."
"Mo Han and I chose the ribs together. They’re definitely delicious!"
"Right, Mo Han?"
Seeing her father-in-law dragging him into this, Mo Han nodded helplessly, "Uh, Mom, Dad and I did choose these ribs, and I paid for them..."
i Feng didn’t trust Shan Chuan, but she believed Mo Han’s words.
She snorted and casually threw her bag onto Shan Chuan’s outstretched hands before heading to the bathroom in her slippers.
She hadn’t gone to the restroom once during the entire afternoon of playing mahjong.
Twenty minutes later, Shan Chuan served the stead pork ribs on the table.
Coca-Cola chicken wings, dry, shriveled potato shreds, stir-fried pork with peppers, clear-fried water spinach, bean paste carp, tomato scrambled eggs, stir-fried pig kidneys, and preserved egg winter lon soup, plus a stear of stead pork ribs.
One had to admit, when it ca to natural talent in cooking, n seed to have an edge over won.
At least in the Luo Family, the culinary skills of Mo Han and Shan Chuan were far superior to those of i Feng and her daughter.
Eight dishes and one soup were all full of color, aroma, and flavor.
Looking at all the dishes on the table, i Feng’s throat audibly gulped, clearly attracted by the food.
"Dad, I would’ve never guessed, but your culinary skills are really impressive."
Luo Ning praised sincerely, "Let taste it and see how it is."
As she spoke, she picked up a chicken wing with her chopsticks and took a small bite.
"Hmm! It really tastes great!"
Luo Ning’s appetite was whetted, and she hurriedly picked another for her husband and daughter, "Mo Han, Chen Chen, try it and see how it tastes."
"Ning’er! Your mom hasn’t even eaten yet!"
Shan Chuan gave his daughter a glare and made sure i Feng was seated comfortably, even personally serving her several dishes.
This scene left both Mo Han and Luo Ning dumbfounded.
What’s going on with Dad (father-in-law)?
i Feng too was stunned. Had Shan Chuan taken the wrong dicine today?
Or could it be?
She furrowed her brow, put down her chopsticks, crossed her arms and said coldly, "Shan Chuan, here you are cozying up to with concern and also making stead pork ribs. ’Unwarranted familiarity spells either a trap or a thief’—co clean, did you do sothing to wrong again?"
"What do you an ’again’!"
Shan Chuan’s face twitched slightly in defense, "I..."
Before Shan Chuan could finish, i Feng sternly interrupted, "Are you going to talk or not!"
Over the years, she was accustod to throwing her weight around at ho. Her angry glower was like that of a roaring tigress.
Mo Han sighed quietly, continuing to poke at his food, feeling sympathy for his father-in-law; it must be difficult dealing with such a tough character.
Mo Xiaochen held her bowl and dared not speak, her big round eyes blinking, filled with sympathy for her grandfather.
But at this mont, Luo Ning stood up to diate, "Mom, Dad worked hard today to cook for you, even scalding his hand, and you don’t even care about him."
"I care about him? Nonsense!"
i Feng placed her hands on her hips and retorted, "I’ve lived with him for thirty years; do you think I don’t know what he’s like?"
"Usually, he’d rather eat instant noodles than cook, and today he suddenly starts to cook and makes such a lavish al—are you not seeing sothing fishy about that?"
"Ning’er, ask yourself, how often has your dad cooked in all these years?"
"In my opinion, either he’s done sothing to guiltily wrong , or he wants sothing from !"
A woman’s sixth sense truly is frightening.
Mo Han was alard. His mother-in-law could deduce that her husband was cheating just from one al—he was truly impressed by her skill.
"Mom, you’re overthinking it."
Luo Ning continued smoothing things over, "What could Dad possibly do to wrong you? He’s not young anymore."
"And if he wanted sothing from you, it would probably just be for you to allocate a bit more pocket money. Three hundred a month is indeed a bit stingy..."
Whoosh!
Shan Chuan’s eyes lit up instantly. Pocket money—that was a good excuse!
He seized the opportunity, scratched his head, and chuckled awkwardly, "i Feng, you do know so well."
"I... I do have a request for you."
"Could you maybe give a bit more pocket money? I’m not asking for much, just two hundred more."
Seeing Shan Chuan confess, i Feng carried herself triumphantly, "Shan Chuan, your pants are down, and I can tell what kind of shit you’re about to take!"
"Let tell you, forget about increasing your pocket money. That’s not happening!"
"Three hundred a month is already enough for you. If you keep harping on about it, you’ll get only one hundred a month!"
Having said this, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating voraciously.
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