"Son-in-law, I've only eaten your cooking a few times. Could you cook some of the famous dishes from Guangdong Province?"
"I believe you can make dishes like poached chicken, roast pigeon, and roast suckling pig just as deliciously as Dad, even better than those in state-run restaurants."
“Right, Dad?” Zhou Cunzong asked.
He Caiping's face instantly darkened as she listened to him ordering food. "You're our son-in-law, not our ancestor."
"You want poached chicken, roast pigeon, and roast suckling pig right off the bat? Do I look like a roast suckling pig to you?"
"Where am I supposed to get you a roast suckling pig? Or should I roast you?"
In those days, even eating meat was a struggle, and her family only had one meat dish for their New Year's Eve dinner.
As a result, Zhou Cunzong, this wretched son-in-law who was plagued by illness, immediately asked them to prepare roast suckling pig and roast pigeon.
Why doesn't he just dream?
Are pigeons and suckling pigs easy to obtain?
In fact, Shen Yunfei also reaped many benefits as the head chef in the food factory's canteen.
However, because Shen Wencai had an accident and needed to recuperate, and the treatment also required money, most of the things in the house were used up.
This resulted in the Shen family's New Year's Eve dinner not being very lavish this year, especially since there was only one meat dish.
He Caiping felt very bad when she thought that this year's New Year's Eve dinner was the worst in many years.
Now Zhou Cunzong's words aroused her resentment, and she couldn't help but curse him.
"Mom, how could you scold Cunzong?"
"If there's no roast suckling pig, then there's no roast suckling pig. Cunzong was just saying it; he doesn't actually want to eat it."
"It's almost noon, you'd better hurry up and cook." Shen Wenxiu was unhappy with her mother scolding Zhou Cunzong, so she quickly changed the subject and told her to cook.
"If you want to eat, cook for yourself. Once you're married, you really won't know where the kitchen is?" He Caiping ordered Shen Wenxiu to cook without even thinking.
"Mom, who cooks for 'guests' when they come to their house? Wenxiu is married into our family, so isn't she a 'guest' when she comes back to the Shen family?"
Zhou Cunzong held Shen Wenxiu's hand, preventing her from doing chores, and politely said to He Caiping, "Didn't you and Dad say that?"
"Wenxiu is already married. It's not good for her to have to prepare food when she goes back to her parents' home for the New Year."
"If word gets out, it won't be good for your reputation either."
"I just want to try Dad's cooking. If you two don't want to, that's fine too."
Zhou Cunzong looked at He Caiping's slightly relaxed and less tense face and smiled slightly, "It's fine to have Wencai do it for us."
"Although Wencai's leg is lame, his hands are still fine, aren't they?"
"Didn't he work in the cafeteria before? Besides, Dad's cooking skills are passed down only to sons, so Wencai, his son, should have inherited all of Dad's skills, right?"
"It's okay if I can't taste Dad's cooking. Wencai, who was taught by Dad, must be a very good cook too."
He Caiping and Shen Yunfei were not shameless enough to directly admit that Shen Wencai's cooking skills were entirely inherited from Shen Yunfei.
Moreover, He Caiping feels sorry for her son; she couldn't bear to let him stand while cooking because of his leg injury.
"Old man, go cook." He Caiping couldn't bear to let her youngest son do the work, so she could only order Shen Yunfei to do it.
Judging from Zhou Cunzong's appearance, it was impossible for him to let Shen Wenxiu cook. And if their daughter and son-in-law went back to their parents' home for the New Year without having a meal before leaving, their family's reputation would be ruined.
"What should I cook? Of course, you should cook." Shen Yunfei doesn't know how to cook when he gets home.
He was the head chef of the food factory canteen, and the meals he cooked were for all the workers in the factory, not for his own family at home.
This is something a woman should do. Why should a grown man like him do it?
"Go and cook." Shen Yunfei waved his hand, telling her to do it; he was not going to cook at home.
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