As a reborn individual, I've never used a furnace like this before.
It's not that I don't understand; I can roughly grasp the procedure. It's just that... I'm a little nervous in front of my wife and father-in-law.
"Okay, okay, I'll go wash my hands."
When Ye Beiping finished washing his hands and came out, he saw that Su Qingwen had already started working on the stove.
Su Xinyi, who was standing nearby, was also watching and helping.
Ye Beiping immediately stepped forward: "Dad, you are a guest today, how can we let you do it?"
Upon hearing this, Su Qingwen didn't stand on ceremony. Seeing that the fire in the stove was already blazing, he said, "How can I call myself a guest when I come to my own daughter's house? Besides, the way you were burning it just now, the fire wouldn't have gotten going. Now it's all right."
After saying this, Su Qingwen got up and left the kitchen.
"Um... well, Dad, you go and rest in the living room. I can handle the rest," Ye Beiping said, then went into the kitchen and took out the newly bought cutting board and knife.
They even bought some new pots, pans, and utensils.
These things cost him over a hundred dollars.
Su Qingwen didn't speak, but glanced at Su Xinyi. The father and daughter looked at each other with some unease and stood at the door watching Ye Beiping.
At this moment, Su Qingwen had a thought in her mind: 'Is it really a good idea to leave my daughter alone in Ye Beiping's care?'
However, Ye Beiping's actions quickly won over this idea.
Wash the rice!
Chop the vegetables!
Side dishes!
Heat the pan!
It was done in one go, without any hesitation or delay.
This person is clearly not a novice.
Su Qingwen became more and more curious as she looked at Su Xinyi, even giving her questioning glances.
Not only was Ye Beiping's father-in-law shocked by his skill, but Su Xinyi was also surprised. This was the first time she had seen her husband cook, and she never expected that he could chop vegetables without even looking.
Fortunately, Ye Beiping was alone in his previous life; if he didn't cook for himself, he would easily starve to death.
I eventually came to enjoy cooking because of the sense of accomplishment it gave me.
Even after takeout became available, Ye Beiping would still order dine-in dishes and cook them himself at home.
Not receiving a reply from his daughter, Su Qingwen remained silent and simply watched.
Ye Beiping prepared four dishes and a soup, which took a full hour, mainly because steaming rice was quite slow.
The father and daughter watched from behind for a full point.
The aroma of the dish made both father and daughter swallow hard.
Even Su Qingwen, who would normally criticize Ye Beiping for his wasteful behavior, remained silent today.
The table was laden with four dishes and a soup, still steaming.
"Xinyi, does Beiping cook often?" Su Qingwen suddenly asked in a low voice.
With this skill level, you'd be good enough to be a chef, right?
Su Xinyi shook her head blankly: "No, his mother always made it at home before, I..."
Seemingly recognizing a familiar scent, she leaned closer to the small table, sniffed, and frowned, saying, "Yes, that's the smell. I've been craving it for so long. I haven't tasted this flavor since Pingba Village. So it was him who made it."
As she said this, Su Xinyi turned her head to look at Ye Beiping's busy back, her teeth clenched tightly.
I mentioned before why the food sent to the educated youth tasted better than what they ate at his home.
At that time, Ye Beiping said it was an accident, and that she might have not eaten meat for too long, which was why she thought it tasted good.
Now it seems that's not the case at all.
It's obvious that Ye Beiping is just being lazy; the food he makes is delicious, but he doesn't cook.
Seeing the look in her daughter's eyes, Su Qingwen shut her mouth. Clearly, there were many things about Ye Beiping that Su Xinyi didn't know, and besides, the skill he displayed today was probably just one of the many things Ye Beiping knew.
She can fix radios, cook delicious food, and make money.
So what else don't they know?
Su Qingwen also stared intently at Ye Beiping's retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Who knows, this cheap son-in-law might bring some surprises.
Based on my observations over the past two days, I can tell that Ye Beiping is not only a loving husband and well-mannered, but also a man of many talents and principles. While he may not be the best at interpersonal relationships, he is at least comfortable to be around.
It's just... spending money extravagantly.
Leaving aside whether we can finish these four dishes and one soup, is it possible for an average family to afford four dishes and three meat dishes?
Once Su Qingwen realized what was happening, she felt sorry for him again.
What a spendthrift! What a spendthrift!
Ye Beiping, who had just finished his work and walked out of the kitchen, was of course unaware of what the father and daughter were thinking. He simply smiled and asked, "Dad, Xinyi, why are you both standing? Sit down and eat. The food will be ready in a bit."
As he spoke, he pulled out another bottle of Moutai liquor from the bag next to him.
I bought it on purpose.
Su Qingwen's eyes twitched when he saw Moutai.
I suddenly remembered what happened this morning; it was disgusting, an insult to culture, an insult to culture!
I'm now wary of Moutai. I drank a couple too much last night and that's how that happened. I'll never drink again.
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