"Mom, why did you order all this? Don't you usually let me eat this?" Mo Ran asked Mo Qian, who was sitting next to her, looking at the takeout on the table, her voice full of doubt.

The table was laden with grilled lamb skewers, grilled squid skewers, grilled vegetables, spicy crayfish, spicy snails...

In addition, there was a serving of fruit, rice wine dumplings, and two cans of beer.

"Hmm, it's okay to eat a little. Mom was too narrow-minded before, thinking that bland food was good, forgetting that young people like flavorful food."

Mo Qian picked up a skewer of lamb, stuffed it into her mouth, took two bites, and said, her face still showing a hint of lingering enjoyment.

"Order those with high ratings and many positive reviews. Not all takeout food is unhygienic or unhealthy."

“I was wrong before. I’m just getting old and can’t keep up with the thinking of young people anymore. I only thought that what I was doing was healthy,” Mo Qian continued, with a hint of happiness on her face.

He was clearly satisfied with the taste of the lamb skewers in his mouth.

"Yes, Mom, let me tell you, these really taste good." After hearing Mo Qian's words, Mo Ran's doubts were dispelled.

I thought it was because her mother suddenly wanted to try something different, and that's why she found a restaurant that she was satisfied with in terms of hygiene and health.

"Yes, it's good. You should try it too. You can try it more often in the future," Mo Qian said.

He picked up another skewer of squid and started eating.

Seeing her mother eating so happily, Mo Ran quickly started eating as well, a look of satisfaction on her face.

Afterwards, the two of them bought out all the food they ordered.

In the following days, Mo Qian made up an excuse and ordered takeout every day.

I went to the supermarket to buy groceries before I got off work on Friday.

After Mo Ran got home from school, he called her back to her bedroom.

"Ranran, didn't I tell you before that you're old enough to learn how to cook? That way, you can make whatever you want to eat when I'm not home."

"It just so happens that tomorrow is the weekend and you don't have to go to school, so I'll teach you today," Mo Qian said with a smile as she greeted Mo Ran who was walking towards her room after entering.

"Mom, we can order takeout," Mo Ran said stiffly, her voice tinged with reluctance.

“Taking out food is not a long-term solution; it’s better to learn to cook,” Mo Qian then said.

His voice carried a hint of seriousness, as if he were reprimanding a disobedient child.

"Alright then, Mom." Seeing her mother's serious expression, Mo Ran could only agree, her face showing a hint of frustration.

However, a hint of irritation was evident in his eyes.

Afterwards, Mo Qian led Mo Ran to the kitchen and explained to her the various seasonings and how to use the kitchen utensils.

"Ranran, these are the ingredients I bought from the supermarket today. They're perfect for you to practice cooking," Mo Qian said, pointing to the ingredients in the refrigerator.

At this moment, the refrigerator contained pork, beef, lamb, potatoes, onions, and green vegetables...

"Ranran, you prepare the ingredients first. Let's keep it simple and make braised pork with potatoes today," Mo Qian said to Mo Ran, who was standing next to her.

"Okay, Mom." Mo Ran looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator with impatience in her eyes, but she still didn't disobey her mother.

Then, Mo Ran picked up the pork, and when she felt its stickiness, a look of disgust appeared on her face.

But I still washed it with water.

"There's a proper way to wash this meat. It needs to be washed at least three times, five times is best," Mo Qian said, standing to the side and instructing Mo Ran. Her face remained patient throughout, and her voice was calm and unhurried.

After washing the pork, Mo Ran started washing the potatoes.

Mo Qian then told her how to peel it.

I watched her work from the sidelines, and even when she was flustered and didn't know how to use the peeler, I patiently taught her instead of telling her to stop or give up.

Next, cut the pork and potatoes into chunks.

"Ranran, cut the meat first, then cut the potatoes. Be careful when you're cutting, don't cut your hand," Mo Qian continued, her voice filled with concern.

"Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll be careful." After saying that, Mo Ran picked up the washed meat and placed it on the cutting board to start cutting.

During this time, Mo Qian reminded Mo Ran twice when she was about to cut it.

After cutting the pork, I also cut the potatoes.

Although the final pieces were quite large and ugly, at least it was all cut up.

After that, Mo Qian instructed Mo Ran to rinse the pot, and then it was time to start stir-frying.

"Put the oil in first, then the ingredients," Mo Qian said to Mo Ran, leaning against the kitchen door frame, her face calm and composed.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ran poured the oil bottle next to her into the pot.

Then, Mo Ran threw the chopped pork into the pot.

"Sizzle!" Because Mo Ran's movements were a bit abrupt, the oil splashed out and landed right on Mo Ran's hand.

"Are you alright? Did you get burned?" Upon seeing this, Mo Qian quickly walked up to Mo Ran and asked her, feigning concern.

"I'm fine, Mom, I can do it." Mo Ran said to Mo Qian, but her face showed a hint of pain and her tone was aggrieved.

"Well, it's good that you're alright. Since you want to do it, then continue." Mo Qian pretended not to see Mo Ran's affected manner and said directly.

There was a hint of concern on his face.

"Mmm, Mom." Mo Ran's face stiffened slightly after hearing Mo Qian's words, and then she replied.

She was trying to play the innocent card, thinking that her mother would feel sorry for her and stop her from continuing. But she miscalculated!

Then, under Mo Qian's direction, Mo Ran continued working.

An hour later, after various mishaps, the braised pork with potatoes was finally ready!

During this period, including but not limited to, putting sugar into the pot instead of salt, pouring in almost half a bottle of soy sauce, and nearly even adding wasabi...

"This is your first time cooking, and you did a great job! With more practice, you'll definitely be even better than Mom," Mo Qian said to Mo Ran, her face full of encouragement.

"Okay, Mom." Mo Ran's face showed a hint of annoyance, but it quickly disappeared.

Her voice carried a hint of gentleness.

"Try what you made yourself. This is the fruit of your labor, and Mom won't take it from you," Mo Qian said with a smile as she placed a piece of meat on the plate in front of Mo Ran.

“You’re my mother, so you should eat first.” Mo Ran then put the piece of meat on Mo Qian’s plate.

"No way! As your elder, how can I take this from you? You worked so hard to make this, so of course you have to eat it first."

"Mom knows you're filial, so don't keep refusing. Eat up, or it'll get cold and won't taste good," Mo Qian said, placing another piece of meat on Mo Ran's plate.

Mo Ran's expression stiffened slightly when she saw the determined look in her mother's eyes.

Then, he picked up the piece of meat with his hand and slowly put it into her mouth.

Then, his eyes widened to the extreme!