Mr. Quan's "Culinary Skills Training Class"

One weekend morning after their marriage, Su You was awakened by a suspicious burning smell coming from the kitchen. Rubbing her eyes, she went into the kitchen and saw Quan Zhilong looking at a black lump in the frying pan with a troubled expression, with eggshells and spilled flour scattered on the counter.

"What are you doing?" Su You asked, suppressing a laugh.

G-Dragon poked the unidentified object with a spatula, somewhat awkwardly: "I was going to make you breakfast."

That morning, they still ordered takeout. Seeing Su You's gentle smile as she ate the takeout porridge, Kwon Ji-yong made a decision in his heart.

A week later, G-Dragon's private studio.

"You want to learn cooking?" Representative Cui pushed up his glasses in surprise. "Why all of a sudden..."

"Youzi works too hard," G-Dragon said, scrolling through a list of chef recommendations on his phone. "I want to at least make sure she can have a hot meal when she gets home from get off work."

Thus, the famous Mr. G-Dragon started his "culinary training class".

Lesson 1: Basic Knife Skills

Michelin three-star chef Kim frowned as he looked at G-Dragon's knife-wielding posture: "Mr. Kwon, are you holding a microphone?"

G-Dragon awkwardly adjusted his grip on the knife, muttering to himself, "This is much harder than writing a song."

When he finally managed to slice the carrots into uneven pieces, Master Jin sighed, "It seems we need to start with the basics."

Lesson Two: The Art of Frying an Egg

"Oil temperature is very important," Master Jin demonstrated, "It can't be too hot, and it can't be too cold."

G-Dragon meticulously measured the oil temperature with a thermometer, his focused expression resembling that of someone fine-tuning the most sophisticated recording equipment. However, the moment the egg hit the pan, oil splattered everywhere, and he instinctively took two steps back, nearly dropping the pan.

"Hold on!" Master Jin quickly steadied his hand, "Just like you hold a microphone stand."

After countless practice sessions, when G-Dragon finally made a perfectly shaped fried egg with golden-brown edges, he excitedly took a picture and sent it to Su You: 【I'll show you my skills tonight!】

Lesson 3: The Cultivation of Soup Making

"The most important thing in making soup is patience," Chef Kim said, glancing at G-Dragon who kept checking the time. "Mr. Kwon, this soup will take at least three hours."

"Three hours?" G-Dragon exclaimed in shock. "I don't even spend that long writing a song."

But thinking of Su You's smile when she drank hot soup on a cold night, he patiently stayed by the stove, adjusting the heat from time to time according to the master's instructions.

When the rich aroma finally filled the entire kitchen, G-Dragon cautiously took a bite, his eyes immediately lighting up: "This is the taste!"

Practice Day: My First Formal Cooking

Su You deliberately left work early that day, and as soon as she opened the door, she smelled an enticing aroma. To her surprise, she saw Kwon Ji-yong wearing an apron, busy in the kitchen, with several finished dishes laid out on the counter.

"You made all of this?" Su You looked at the soybean paste soup, fried fish, and several side dishes on the table in disbelief.

G-Dragon nervously rubbed his hands together: "Want to try it?"

Su You took a sip of the soup, her eyes widening slightly: "Delicious!"

She tasted the pan-fried fish again; it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, cooked to perfection. "My goodness!" she exclaimed, looking at her husband with delight, "When did you learn to do that?"

G-Dragon smiled smugly: "Surprised? I specifically sought out a master to learn from."

Although the meal was simple, Su You ate it with great relish. Seeing her satisfied expression, Quan Zhilong felt that all those days of getting splattered with oil, cutting his hands, and frantically working in the kitchen were worth it.

Advanced Course: Chinese Cuisine Challenge

After learning the basics of Korean cuisine, G-Dragon began to take on a more challenging task—Chinese food, Su You's favorite.

"The key to Kung Pao Chicken is the heat and seasoning," Master Chef Chen demonstrated, "It needs to be stir-fried quickly over high heat."

G-Dragon diligently took notes, his focus no less than when preparing a new album. When he finally succeeded in making his first plate of Kung Pao Chicken, a dish bursting with color, aroma, and flavor, even Chef Chen couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "Very talented!"

A special birthday surprise

On Su You's birthday, G-Dragon mysteriously told her to come directly to his studio after get off work.

When Su You pushed open the studio door, she was surprised to find that the space, usually filled with equipment, had been transformed into a temporary dining room. A white tablecloth covered the long table, which was set with exquisite tableware and candlesticks.

"Sit down," G-Dragon said, elegantly pulling out a chair for her while wearing a chef's apron. "I'll be serving you tonight."

The appetizer was Korean pumpkin porridge, the main course was pan-fried cod with truffle sauce, and the dessert was handmade matcha tiramisu. Each dish was exquisitely prepared to the standards of a professional restaurant.

"Did you make all of this?" Su You took a bite of the cod, and was amazed by the tender texture and perfect seasoning.

G-Dragon sat down opposite her, his eyes shining with tenderness: "Happy birthday, my Yuzu."

The studio team members, hiding on the second floor, watched the heartwarming scene below and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

"I can't believe he actually stuck with it," the assistant whispered. "I still remember the first time he cooked and the complete mess he made of the kitchen."

"The power of love!" Representative Cui exclaimed.

From then on, G-Dragon's cooking skills became a popular topic of conversation among his friends. Sometimes when the members of Bigbang came to visit, they would specifically ask for "G-Dragon's" Kung Pao Chicken.

For Su You, the most delicious thing is not a Michelin-starred meal, but the bowl of hangover soup that Kwon Ji-yong, wearing an apron, would heat up for her in the kitchen when she came home late at night after working overtime; it is the handmade sandwich that he clumsily but carefully prepared on a weekend morning; it is the warm time when the two of them chatted and prepared dinner together in the kitchen on an ordinary night.

Mr. Quan, who used to burn even fried eggs, can now perform with ease on the new "stage" of the kitchen. And for him, the best reward is always the happy smile on Su You's face when she tastes his cooking.