Chapter 176 (Combined with Chapter 1762)
176:
Ye Qingxi never dreamed that things would turn out this way!
He's going to participate in "Look the Daddy" with his dad, not "Transformation! Daddy!"
"This..." Ye Qingxi glanced at her dumbfounded father, then looked at her cold-hearted grandfather, "Isn't this necessary, Grandpa?"
"Why wouldn't it be necessary?" Mu Feng felt it was absolutely necessary.
"Do you think it's necessary?" Mu Feng asked his son.
Mu Shaowu: ...Does he dare say it's unnecessary?
He could only feel that it was necessary!
Mu Shaowu was on the verge of tears. He had never done housework in his entire life. Now he was almost thirty, and he was suddenly required to learn how to cook, clean, and do housework!
He said, "Dad, look at this yourself, is it reasonable?"
"Do I really have to learn it?" Mu Shaowu looked at his father expectantly.
Mu Feng, "What do you think?"
Mu Shaowu: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi reached out and grasped her father's hand. "Dad, don't worry, I'll study with you."
"What are you going to learn?" Mu Feng disagreed. "Our family isn't bankrupt yet, why should you learn these things? You should eat properly, and tell your dad what you want to eat, and let him learn it."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu turned to look at his son, "Young Master Ye, what would you like to eat tomorrow morning? I'll go learn it right away."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Mu Shaoyan laughed heartily, “Brother, do you want to learn how to make steamed buns? I’ll pull some strings for you and get Aunt Duan to teach you. Once you’ve mastered it, you can even help our shop steam buns.”
Mu Shaowu was so angry he almost threw his phone at his head. "You talk too much! How's your steamed bun shop doing now?"
"That's great," Mu Shaoyan said happily. "Duan Yi and I are currently renovating. Once the renovation is finished, we'll save you a set of chef's uniforms from the kitchen so you can start working anytime."
Mu Shaowu: ...
"Thank you so much!" Mu Shaowu said through gritted teeth.
"You're welcome, we're brothers after all~" Mu Shaoyan said with a smile.
Mu Shaowu wished he could kill his own brother with his own hands!
Mu Shaoting had always thought that eating on variety shows would be a problem. Adults like them could just eat whatever they wanted, but Ye Qingxi definitely couldn't. Even if Ye Qingxi herself didn't mind, her father wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.
really.
I never expected her dad to be so ruthless, making her brother start learning to cook because of it.
Mu Shaoting sighed. Considering her brother's past of never lifting a finger, she wished him success.
That very night, Mrs. Zhang went back to her room and spent the entire night researching the variety shows that her young master and his younger brother were going to be on.
After reading it, Aunt Zhang quickly pulled out a table and began arranging her teaching work.
She didn't plan to start with advanced rural cooking tutorials right away, but instead decided to take it step by step and begin with simplified tutorials.
The next morning, Mu Shaowu and Ye Qingxi got up early as usual, washed up, changed their clothes, went downstairs, and entered the restaurant.
As soon as Ye Qingxi sat down, his breakfast was brought to him by Aunt Zhang.
Mu Shaowu waited and waited, until Ye Qingxi had drunk half a bowl of soy milk, but he still hadn't seen any sign of his breakfast.
Mu Shaowu asked, puzzled, "Sister-in-law?"
Aunt Zhang came over. "What's wrong?"
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ? What's wrong?
He pointed to his empty stomach and asked, "Where's my food?"
Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Shaowu, if you want to eat now, you have to cook for yourself."
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Mu Feng calmly ate his porridge.
Mu Shaowu glanced at his silent father, then looked at Aunt Zhang who was smiling at him.
“Me?” He pointed to himself with his index finger.
Mrs. Zhang nodded, "The master said that from today onwards, you can cook whatever you want to eat yourself, and we can taste it together."
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
"Us? And you're going to taste it?!"
"Yes. But don't worry," Aunt Zhang comforted him, "When we say 'us,' it's really just Shao Yan and me. Your father and Xiao Xi aren't involved."
Mu Shaowu: ...What, are you afraid that the food he made is poisoned and will kill him and his beloved little darling?!
Mu Shaowu remained silent.
He glanced at his father, who seemed completely unfazed and as if he hadn't heard anything, and said, "Fine, I'll do it."
It's just cooking, right?!
It seems like something really could stump him!
but……
"Xiao Xi still has to go to school, I'll make it when I get back," Mu Shaowu said.
Ye Qingxi nodded quickly, "Yes, let my dad eat some first."
Otherwise, his dad would be in too much trouble!
"It's alright," said Aunt Zhang. "Xiao Li is already here. He'll be taking Xiao Xi to school in a bit. Shao Wu, hurry over and make yourself breakfast."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...His grandfather is quite thoughtful!
What could Mu Shaowu say?
Mu Shaowu could only glare resentfully at his father, then look pitifully at his precious son.
"Then you eat first, baby. Daddy will go and cook something for himself."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi felt that her father was truly pitiful!
After Mu Shaowu got up and went to the kitchen, he looked at his grandfather and pleaded on behalf of his father, "Grandpa, I'm actually very easy to feed. I can eat anything. I'm not picky about food."
So please stop torturing his father like this!
Mu Feng said indifferently, "That won't do. I'm a picky eater. If he doesn't study hard, he won't pass my test in the end."
Ye Qingxi: ...
"Grandpa, we're just going to record a variety show, not to take a chef's exam."
That's good enough, there's no need to get certified!
"It's okay, he can participate after he finishes recording." Mu Feng picked up a fried dumpling for Ye Qingxi. "Here, have this, it tastes good."
Ye Qingxi: ...How can you still eat?
Do you think I can eat this?!
Ye Qingxi picked up the fried dumplings from her bowl, feeling dejected.
The pan-fried dumplings were golden and crispy, with a fragrant and refreshing filling. Ye Qingxi quickly picked up her small bowl and said, "Grandpa, I want another one."
"Okay." Mu Feng picked up his chopsticks and placed another one on his plate.
Meanwhile, Mu Shaowu was standing in the kitchen, preparing to cook.
"What should I do?" Mu Shaowu asked his teacher.
Teacher Zhang had already planned it out for him: "Let's learn how to make porridge today, otherwise it will take more time to ferment and proof the dough."
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Leavening dough, or proofing it?
You really don't treat me like an outsider!
"Do you think I can learn it?" Mu Shaowu asked sincerely.
Aunt Zhang was even more sincere than him: "This isn't a question of whether you can learn it or not; it's a question of whether you absolutely must learn it."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu thought she was absolutely right!
Mu Shaowu rolled up his sleeves and prepared to wash the rice.
"What kind of congee do you want? Shrimp congee or fish congee? I'd like to have both today."
Pumpkin porridge.
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Mu Shaowu looked at her in confusion, "Teacher, didn't I just say that I wanted to drink shrimp porridge or fish porridge?"
Aunt Zhang said helplessly, "Your dad said that what you learn doesn't depend on what you want to eat."
"Then what are you looking at?" Mu Shaowu asked, puzzled.
“Of course, it depends on what Xiaoxi likes to eat.” Aunt Zhang said without hesitation. “Xiaoxi has been liking sweet porridge lately. His favorite sweet porridge is millet and pumpkin porridge. The pumpkin has to be sweet, the porridge has to be thick, and it has to be millet. He won’t drink rice porridge.”
Mu Shaowu: ………
Aunt Zhang opened the refrigerator and took out a pumpkin. "Let's wash the pumpkin first, then peel and cut it into chunks. We'll use it to make porridge later."
Mu Shaowu: ………………
Mu Shaowu looked at the pumpkin in her hand and almost burst into tears.
His dad is truly a father!
What a ruthless man!
You're so old and you're still so ruthless!
Doesn't your heart ache at all?!
Mu Shaowu: I hate it!
Soon after, Ye Qingxi heard the sound of chopping things coming from the kitchen.
The rage he exuded made it seem as if he wasn't chopping vegetables, but rather his grandfather's head.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi quickly finished the last bite of the fried dumpling and ran to the kitchen door, where she saw her father cutting a pumpkin.
As he cut the meat, Aunt Zhang, who was standing nearby, lectured him, "The size difference is too big, it's not up to standard, Shaowu, you have to cut it again."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...
Aunt Zhang said, "You need to cut them into pieces about two fingers in size so that they can be heated evenly and the pumpkin will cook faster. Also, the size is just right so that it's easy for Xiaoxi to eat. Otherwise, if they're too big, it'll be hard to scoop them with a spoon, and it will be troublesome for Xiaoxi to eat them."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi quickly replied, "I don't need to go through that trouble. I can eat the big ones too."
Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Baby, why did you come here? You should go to school now. When you come back, Auntie will make you some pumpkin porridge."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi looked at her pitiful chef father.
Mu Shaowu smiled, "Go on, Dad will make you pumpkin porridge when you come back~"
Aunt Zhang reminded him, "Xiao Xi can't have your pumpkin porridge yet."
Mu Shaowu: !!!
He wouldn't actually cause food poisoning! Do you have to be so cautious?
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi could only say, "Then I'll go first, Dad."
Mu Shaowu nodded, "Be careful on the road, and pay attention to safety."
Ye Qingxi looked at the knife in his hand and said, "Dad, please be careful too."
Don't let him come back; his father's hands are no longer the hands he knows.
"Okay, Dad knows." Mu Shaowu smiled at him.
Ye Qingxi then walked back to the restaurant, picked up her backpack, and headed outside.
He got into Li Wei's car and looked at his family's villa, wondering when his father would be able to have breakfast today. He hoped it would be soon.
When Mu Shaoyan woke up, it was almost ten o'clock. He went downstairs and heard noises coming from the kitchen. Curious, he went over and found that his brother was cooking porridge.
Mu Shaoyan: !!!
"The sun must have risen in the west today, because you're the one cooking."
Mu Shaowu: Isn't that amazing? You'll be able to see it every day from now on.
"Shaoyan's awake," Aunt Zhang said with a smile. "Are you hungry? Wait a little longer, your brother's pumpkin porridge will be ready soon."
Mu Shaoyan nodded, then looked at his elder brother with a puzzled expression: "I remember you liked to drink salty porridge, didn't you?"
Mu Shaowu: Heh, heh, does it matter what he likes to drink?
The important thing is what his son likes to drink!
Mu Shaowu checked the time and asked Zhang Sao, "Is it ready?"
He was starving to death.
"Wait three more minutes," said Aunt Zhang.
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu could only wait another three minutes.
Three minutes later, Mu Shaowu served three bowls of porridge, one for each person, and the porridge tasting party began!
Mu Shaoyan: "It tastes so bland."
Mu Shaoyan snapped out the candy box and said, "Add some yourself."
Mu Shaoyan added several spoonfuls of sugar to his drink and commented again, "The taste is just average."
Mu Shaowu: "If you're so capable, why don't you try it yourself!"
Mu Shaoyan turned to look at Zhang Sao: "He doesn't humbly accept criticism and suggestions."
Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "It's your brother's first time cooking this, and it turned out quite well. I think it's good."
Mu Shaowu said smugly, "Did you hear that? Even Aunt Zhang said it's okay, who do you think you are?"
Mu Shaoyan snorted and said, "Is this what we're having for breakfast?"
"Wait a moment." Aunt Zhang stood up and served him some fried dumplings and steamed buns.
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
"What about mine?"
Aunt Zhang: ……
Aunt Zhang looked at him and said, "If you want to eat, you have to learn."
Mu Shaowu: !!!
"Can't I eat and study at the same time?!"
Mrs. Zhang said, "The master said that this is how you can motivate yourself."
Mu Shaowu: "Isn't he afraid of starving me to death!"
Mrs. Zhang: "The master said that's good, that way Xiaoxi won't have to film variety shows."
Mu Shaowu: …………
Is this still his dad?!
Believe it or not, this really is his dad!
Who else but his father could do something so cruel!
Mu Shaowu drank porridge in despair.
Aunt Zhang felt a pang of pity, but she couldn't help reminding him, "Shaowu, you'll have to make your own lunch today too."
Mu Shaowu: !!!
Mu Shaowu collapsed onto the dining table.
Aunt Zhang sighed, "The phoenix tree is inherently gentle, but a father is strong. Keep going!"
Mu Shaowu: ...He regretted it!
He already regrets agreeing to let his son go on that variety show!
This isn't a variety show appearance!
This is practically his Passion!
Mu Shaowu ate the pumpkin porridge with a heart full of despair. After finishing the porridge, he continued to learn how to cook, still feeling utterly hopeless.
When Ye Qingxi returned home after school, she saw her father pitifully waving a spatula in the kitchen, cooking.
Ye Qingxi walked over and saw that the pot contained sweet and sour pork ribs.
He turned his head and saw that the kitchen counter was already set with a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and eggplant with garlic sauce.
Wow! Dad is amazing! Three dishes!
Mu Shaowu thought so too. Three dishes! Anyone who saw that would have to praise him for being awesome.
Obviously, Aunt Zhang doesn't.
"You're missing one dish," Aunt Zhang reminded him. "Your dad said you wanted four dishes and a soup, and you're missing one."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu gritted his teeth, "Can he cook four dishes and a soup by himself?"
Mrs. Zhang: "My husband said that's why he won't participate in variety shows."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...
"I think three dishes are fine," Ye Qingxi quickly said. "That's fine, Auntie, let's do it this way."
Please spare his poor father!
His father was just an ordinary top-tier rich kid!
"Dad, let me serve you rice." Ye Qingxi said, taking out a small bowl and preparing to serve rice.
However, as soon as he opened the pot to steam the rice, Zhang Sao took the rice bowl away.
"Baby, eat this."
Aunt Zhang brought over the steamed rice and stir-fried dishes she had prepared.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi looked at her elderly father and said, "I want to eat what my dad makes."
"It was made by your father. I have to finish eating it before I can decide whether you can eat it or not."
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Ye Qingxi was puzzled. What was wrong with eating it? It looked perfectly fine to him!
However, Ye Qingxi soon discovered that appearances can be deceiving, and the same goes for food.
At the spacious dining table, his father, his uncle, Aunt Zhang, and his aunt, who had rushed back from school after hearing that his brother had started cooking, sat facing each other.
Aunt Zhang picked up a piece of egg first and commented, "It's overcooked."
His aunt followed closely behind, saying, "The taste is too bland."
"And this," Mu Shaoyan picked up a piece of egg, which was covered with fine, broken eggshell, "are you trying to get some more calcium or are you trying to assassinate me?!"
Mu Shaowu: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...
Aunt Zhang continued eating the eggplant, saying, "It's a little undercooked."
Mu Shaoyan quickly took a bite, "Yum~"
Mu Shaoting: "This thing is poisonous enough not to kill people, right?"
Mu Shaowu: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...
Finally, Aunt Zhang picked up the sweet and sour pork ribs, and just as she was about to take a small bite, she found that she couldn't bite it. She had to bite hard, and almost bit off her own teeth.
"No, Shaowu, I really can't bite it."
Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ?
Is it really that hard to bite?
Mu Shaoyan curiously bit into it for a long time, but in the end he could only barely suck out a little taste. "It's so salty."
Mu Shaoting: "It's really salty!"
Mu Shaowu: ...
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi remembered something and said, "There's also rice. My dad steamed rice!"
There shouldn't be anything wrong with the rice!
However, there really is a problem!
"It's so hard!" Mu Shaoting said helplessly.
"No, is it really cooked?" Mu Shaoyan asked, puzzled.
"It's cooked, but it's still hard. Shaowu, let alone Xiaoxi, you can't even eat it if it's this hard, you know that?"
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu was unaware of this; all he felt was exhaustion.
He worked so hard all afternoon, how come he can't eat a single dish!
And he even thought he did a great job!
Mu Shaowu wanted to cry but had no tears!
Ye Qingxi looked at her pitiful father and patted his head.
Mu Shaowu turned his head and buried his head in his son's arms.
Ye Qingxi comforted him, "It's okay, Dad. There are still 29 days left. You can do it!"
But I'm hungry right now! Mu Shaowu said, heartbroken.
Finally, Ye Qingxi couldn't bear it any longer and pleaded with his grandfather: "Please let my dad have dinner with them, please."
Having no other choice, Mu Feng had to graciously allow his son to sit at the table.
Mu Shaowu ate the fish and crabs on the table, finding them delicious no matter how he ate them.
If only he had made this!
After finally finishing their meal, Mu Shaowu washed the dishes under Zhang Sao's supervision, and then Zhang Sao dragged him to do the laundry.
"There might not be a washing machine when you go to film that variety show, so you'll have to learn to wash by hand."
Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?
Mu Shaowu tried to find a way out for himself, "Anyway, it's only a few days, I'll pack the clothes back then."
"You even brought back your underwear?" Aunt Zhang asked him. "Aren't you going to wash Xiaoxi's socks and panties?"
Mu Shaowu: ...
"I can bring several more, and throw one away as I change them."
Mrs. Zhang thought it was no problem, but she worried, "If we get photographed and people say you're wasting money, that wouldn't be good."
Mu Shaowu: ...
Mu Shaowu nodded. Okay, he'll wash now.
Mu Shaowu started washing clothes.
"Wash the collar and cuffs more thoroughly," Aunt Zhang reminded him. "These are the areas where children get dirty most easily."
"Um."
"Roll up your sleeves, they'll get wet soon," Aunt Zhang said, helping him roll up his sleeves.
Ye Qingxi watched from afar and felt that her father really had a tough time.
After the clothes were washed, wrung out, and hung up to dry, they were ready to be hung out to air.
Mu Shaowu was so exhausted that he collapsed onto the bed.
Ye Qingxi immediately ran over, took off her shoes, and sat on the bed. "Dad, let me give you a massage."
He reached out his little hand and massaged Mu Shaowu's shoulders and arms.
Mu Shaowu felt a wave of comfort and stretched out his arms for him to massage, "Give Dad a massage on his back too."
"good."
Ye Qingxi moved to his waist and started massaging it.
"Dad, you've worked so hard. It's all my fault. I insisted on going to record the variety show, which is why you've had to work so hard."
Mu Shaowu felt the pressure from his tiny fingers, "It's alright~ It wasn't too hard~"
"From then on, I massaged my dad every day~"
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaowu turned to look at him, reached out and pulled him into his arms, letting him lie in his embrace. "What's wrong, feeling sorry for your father?"
Ye Qingxi nodded.
If it weren't for the fact that he had to participate in this variety show, he would have given up long ago, saving his father from having to work so hard.
Mu Shaowu gently rubbed his forehead. "It's okay, Dad doesn't find it hard at all~ Once Dad learns, Dad can cook for you himself, and it'll all be your favorite dishes~"
Ye Qingxi shook her head, "When I grow up, I'll cook for Daddy~"
Mu Shaowu refused, "Then forget it. Learning to cook is quite troublesome. You should just eat what I or Aunt Zhang cook for you. Don't bother learning."
Ye Qingxi chuckled. His father didn't want him to study, fearing he would find it too hard, but he himself didn't find it hard at all.
What a silly dad.
Ye Qingxi hugged him, "Once I'm on the show, they'll know I have a super great dad~"
Mu Shaowu nodded, "That's right. With your grandfather's requirements, if I appear on a variety show, I'll definitely be an all-around dad—capable in both public and private settings, able to do laundry and cook. Who wouldn't be confused by that?"
Ye Qingxi: !!
Yes!
Ye Qingxi suddenly realized that, in this way, it might not be He Yao who would gain fans, but his father!
"Good luck, Dad! You'll be the most popular dad around!"
"Then you don't need to try harder; you're definitely going to be the most popular baby!"
Ye Qingxi thought that was not necessarily true, but he didn't go on the show for the sake of being the most popular baby, so it didn't matter to him.
"Dad, we have exams this weekend. After the exams, I'll have a holiday and can stay home with you~"
"Really? So fast." Mu Shaowu was surprised. "How's your revision going?"
Ye Qingxi nodded, "That's good."
Mu Shaowu pinched his little cheek, "Then good luck and try to get first place again. Of course, it's okay if you don't, Dad knows you're very smart~"
"I can get it back," Ye Qingxi said. "Dad, if you want me to, I can get it back."
"Wow~" Mu Shaowu exclaimed, "What a domineering CEO!"
He hugged Ye Qingxi and said, "Our little Xi is so amazing, Daddy has to work harder too. I need to learn to cook soon so that when we're on the show, we can make sure our baby is well-fed every day!"
Ye Qingxi: "Go, Dad!"
"Mmm." Mu Shaowu kissed him on the forehead.
The two chatted warmly for a while, then Ye Qingxi went to do her homework, and Mu Shaowu went downstairs to the kitchen again to begin a new round of cooking lessons.
Aunt Zhang had already prepared the dough for him so he could learn how to knead it.
As Mu Shaowu kneaded the dough, he kept the kneading secrets in mind: add more flour if there's too much water, and add more water if there's too much flour. Before long, there was more and more dough on the work surface, and the dough was getting bigger and bigger.
Aunt Zhang: !!!
Aunt Zhang quickly shooed him aside, joking, "So much noodles, are we going to eat three meals tomorrow?!"
"Forget it," Aunt Zhang said, feeling that noodles were still a bit too difficult for him. "You should learn to cook instead."
Mu Shaowu felt the same way, saying, "Cooking is not easy to learn."
Aunt Zhang: ……
Aunt Zhang sighed.
It's a good thing she's not a celebrity, otherwise she might as well have taken her young master to the recording!
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