Shen Xian helped chop vegetables, her face showing helplessness, but her heart was happier than ever before.

Old Zhou wanted to cook for her.

Despite being provoked by her son.

But without this mindset, how could a man like him, who is accustomed to high positions, willingly go into the kitchen?

Shen Xian let Zhou's father operate it himself, while she stood by and gave him instructions.

The two worked together perfectly, and soon Zhou's father mastered some of the techniques.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen. Su Xi saw her two elders busy at work and gently nudged Zhou Jingming, saying, "Your dad seems to be getting the hang of it; he's doing a pretty good job."

"That's because my mother taught me well." Zhou Jingming was unwilling to admit that his father had a strong ability to understand.

Su Xi was exasperated to see that he was still stubborn. "Alright, alright, a man can only succeed with a virtuous wife. Your father's success is inseparable from your mother's help behind the scenes."

"Without my mother, there would be no Zhou Bingrui."

Over the years, Shen Xian has taken care of all the big and small things in the family.

All Zhou's father knows is working and making money.

If it weren't for Shen Xian's strong tolerance, she wouldn't have been able to put up with such a dull and taciturn man.

There's absolutely no fun in it.

She has a terrible temper.

“That’s because Mom loves your dad, that’s why she’s willing to make sacrifices. Look at how they get along, doesn’t it feel so comfortable and natural?” Su Xi suddenly sighed, “When you get old, you might not be so patient with me anymore.”

No, it won't.

Zhou Jingming vowed, "I will treat you better, be more tolerant of you, and love you more than I do now."

Su Xi felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but her words remained firm: "Who knows what the future holds? Don't make promises so confidently. If you can't keep them, your son will criticize you when you're old."

For example, Zhou Jingming and his father.

The relationship between this father and son certainly didn't develop like this overnight.

Zhou Jingming scoffed, "No matter what I become, I will never become like him."

“I’ve recorded everything you said. If you don’t keep your word, I’ll have your son smear you to death, so you can experience what your father is going through.”

Zhou Jingming was extremely confident.

That day will never come.

He loved Xi'er so deeply.

He wished he could cling to her for the rest of his life.

How could he bear to break his promise and make her sad?

"The noodles are ready!" A surprised shout suddenly came from the kitchen.

Su Xi and Zhou Jingming both turned around to look.

Mr. Zhou came out carrying a steaming bowl of noodles, with Shen Xian following behind him.

Hearing the noise, Zhou Jing, who was waiting outside, immediately ran inside.

Upon hearing the news of Su Xi's pregnancy early in the morning, she didn't even have time to eat breakfast before being pulled over by Shen Xian.

She had just eaten dog food.

I just want something hot right now.

"Wow, did Dad really make this?" Zhou Jing exclaimed in surprise when she saw the noodles on the table.

Zhou Jingming immediately contradicted him, "How could it be possible without Mom's help?"

“I was just pointing things out from the side. The noodles really were made by your dad,” Shen Xian defended her husband.

Mr. Zhou was even more proud, saying, "Cooking is a simple thing."

Simple?

Upon hearing this, Shen Xian couldn't help but laugh.

If it weren't for her help, she would have starved to death today waiting for Lao Zhou's bowl of noodles.

“I always said Dad is capable of running such a big company, he’s definitely got it,” Zhou Jing added, praising him as well.

Zhou Jingming disagreed, "A bowl of noodles, just boil water and add the noodles, even a fool could do that."

After saying that, he continued to feed Su Xi porridge.

Shen Xian couldn't wait to try Zhou's father's cooking. She sat down, her eyes glistening with tears, "After so many years of marriage, I never thought I'd be able to eat noodles cooked by your father one day."

Son, Mom is so lucky to have you today.

She did help prepare the vegetables.

But the taste and everything else were prepared entirely by Mr. Zhou.

This bowl of noodles was indeed made by Zhou's father.

Shen Xian took a bite, and her expression changed slightly the next second.

Zhou Jing hasn't eaten yet.

They're just waiting for Shen Xian to be the guinea pig first, and then they'll eat her if she's good at it.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to eat it, fearing she might get poisoned.

Seeing Shen Xian with noodles in her mouth, she asked, "Mom, how is it? Is it good?"

Shen Xian forced herself to swallow the noodles and chuckled, "Not bad."

not bad?

Zhou Jing was skeptical.

Why does Mom's expression look so strange?

Zhou Jing still didn't dare to try it, and deliberately said, "If it's delicious, Mom, you should eat more."

"You eat too," Shen Xian said.

Zhou Jing's stomach was growling with hunger, and she couldn't resist taking a bite of noodles.

Her expression froze instantly.

Just as she was about to vomit, a foot gently kicked her from under the table.

Shen Xian even winked at her, reminding her not to say the wrong thing.

Zhou Jing understood what her mother meant and forced herself to swallow the words, "It's...not bad."

Old Zhou cooked for the first time.

They can make a decent bowl of noodles.

It is truly not easy.

You shouldn't undermine someone in public.

After swallowing, Zhou Jing picked up the water glass in front of her and gulped down the entire glass of water.

To show off to his son, Zhou's father said proudly, "See? Cooking is just like playing chess, it's not that difficult."

It's not that difficult...

But it's not something anyone can accept!

Zhou Jing muttered to herself.

She was still incredibly thirsty after drinking one glass of water, so she poured herself another and drank it.

In contrast, Shen Xian remained calm and elegantly took a sip of water.

Zhou Jingming didn't believe it.

Cooking skills rely on talent.

When he first started learning, he failed countless times before finally succeeding.

His dad is a complete novice in cooking, how could he possibly make anything delicious?

Zhou Jingming picked up his chopsticks, took a noodle from Shen Xian's bowl, and ate it.

"Ming'er, no..."

Before Shen Xian could finish speaking, the noodles had already gone into Zhou Jingming's mouth.

Unlike Shen Xian and Zhou Jing, who remained calm, Zhou Jingming choked back a sob, "What is this? It's so salty! How many packets of salt did they put in it? Even pickled vegetables are much less salty than this."

Mr. Zhou watched as his wife and daughter ate without complaint, but Zhou Jingming was the only one who found fault. He thought Zhou Jingming was doing it on purpose, so he snorted and picked up his chopsticks to take a bite.

result……

Just like Zhou Jingming's expression, he vomited in public.

Then he picked up the water and poured it down his throat.

"Old Zhou, it's alright. It's your first time making something like this, it's good enough," Shen Xian comforted him.

Mr. Zhou lost face, and his ears turned red.

He wanted to boost his son's morale, but ended up losing face instead.

Enraged, Zhou's father threw down his chopsticks. "Why are you cooking? Homemade food can't compare to what you get outside. Come on, I'll take you out to eat."

"My wife said that her cooking tastes better."

Zhou Jingming deliberately provoked him.

Enraged, Zhou's father cursed, "A scoundrel like you managing to get married is a miracle! Your great-grandfather's grave must be emitting auspicious smoke."

The morning passed by in such a noisy manner, and the house only returned to silence after Shen Xian and the others left.

"You, do you have to make things unpleasant to be happy?" Su Xi said helplessly.

Originally, everyone came to visit her, but Zhou Jingming's outburst caused a scene.

They parted on bad terms.

Zhou Jingming sat down and hugged her. "Dad's temper needs to be tempered. Otherwise, in his eyes, everything is just a matter of words."

If you don't have a talent for cooking, the dishes you make will taste bad.

He's not ready to go back to the company yet; forcing him to take over will only make things worse.

"You need to work on your temper too." Su Xi looked up at him.

Zhou Jingming asked, puzzled, "What did I dawdle over?"

Su Xi leaned close to his ear and whispered, "That mouth of yours needs to be taught a lesson."

"Okay, let you clean up."

Zhou Jingming cupped her face and kissed her deeply.