Chapter 68 A Competitive Spirit: The CEO's Hilarious Cooking Experience
I cooked for him all afternoon?
Murong Ting was still skeptical, and couldn't help but glance at the table again.
It was indeed the same ingredients he was used to eating at night, but somehow, the woman's cooking looked even more appetizing than what he usually gets in restaurants.
The vegetable porridge contained visibly fresh abalone and sea cucumber, making it nutritious yet not greasy.
Next to it is tomato tofu, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
In addition, the casserole contains a dish of pickled bamboo shoots and pork belly that looks incredibly appetizing.
The okra was served as a regular cold dish, but it was sprinkled with sesame seeds, giving it an appealing bright green color.
Even the simplest bok choy on the right smelled better than what he had eaten before, perhaps because of the different oil.
Murong Ting's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his stomach instinctively tightened.
But in his heart, he was still disdainful. He thought to himself, "Hmph, it's just a little trick to use me as a long-term meal ticket."
He arrogantly turned his gaze back to the three people at the dining table.
However, she found that only her son invited her with an expectant look on his face. Kong Wange and her daughter acted as if they didn't see him, keeping their heads down and concentrating on eating, without even a smile.
He gritted his teeth and said expressionlessly, "It looks so-so, what's so good about it? You're not allowed to eat it either!"
Murong Chen: "?"
His eyes widened: "If I don't eat, what am I supposed to eat? Order takeout with you?"
"You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about? When have I ever given you takeout?"
Murong Ting snorted coldly, seeing that Kong Wange still didn't react.
He raised his chin and said, "It's just cooking, what's so difficult about that? I'll cook for you."
Murong Chen: "Σ(xue克炫)"
Has he lost his hearing?
What did Daddy say? He said he wanted to cook for him.
He had never seen his father cook before.
Sure enough, when Mommy came, Daddy loved him even more.
Waaaaah, I'm so happy.
Without saying a word, he jumped off the stool, wiped his mouth, and said proudly, "Mommy, did you hear that? Daddy can cook too."
"Daddy, hurry up and cook! Men who cook are the most charming. Mommy's right here, so go and unleash your charm!"
“Chenbao, you’re getting more and more outrageous. If you keep talking like this, Mommy will get angry. Eat your food properly…” Kong Wange quickly stopped her son.
"Oh dear, Mommy, I'm not eating anymore. Don't be so reserved. Daddy's about to show off his special skills. Let's come and take a look."
As he spoke, he skipped and hopped over to Murong Ting, pushing him with his little hands and urging, "Daddy, hurry up and go, hurry up and show off your charm!"
Unfortunately, despite his several attempts to push, Murong Ting remained unmoved.
At this moment, Kong Wange finally put down her chopsticks and looked up, but her eyes were full of teasing.
That expression made it very clear.
Mr. Ting, you can even cook?
Murong Ting was instantly enraged.
It's just cooking, how could he be worse than Kong Wange? What a joke!
He's a business prodigy!
"Wait a minute, look at this whole table of vegetarian food, Daddy's going to make you braised fish!"
After saying that, he turned and went into the kitchen.
Murong Chen's eyes sparkled as he followed her into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Murong Ting turned on the stove and was about to pour the prepared fish into the pot.
"Wait!" Murong Chen suddenly exclaimed.
Murong Ting: "?"
Murong Chen whispered, "Daddy, although I can't cook, I do know that you have to put oil in the pan before putting the fish in."
Murong Ting: "..."
The air was silent for half a second before Murong Ting coughed lightly and said, "I know, you don't need to tell me."
After saying that, he turned around, picked up something, and prepared to pour oil into the pot.
"Wait!" Murong Chen called out to him again.
"What is it now?" Murong Ting looked at his son helplessly.
Murong Chen reminded him again, "Daddy, what you're holding is soy sauce."
Murong Ting: "..."
He then examined the packaging closely and confirmed it was indeed soy sauce. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "I must have been seeing things."
Murong Chen asked very cautiously, "Daddy, I have a question for you, please don't be angry."
"What's up?"
"Do you really know how to cook?"
Murong Ting ignored him and poured the correct amount of oil into the pot.
He wanted to show his son through his actions that he could do it!
Heat the oil until it is 70% hot.
He put the fish in.
Seeing the oil temperature rise, Murong Chen watched the black steam gradually rising from the pot and recalled how his mother cooked. He said uncertainly, "Um, Daddy, shouldn't we flip it over?"
Murong Ting: "...You can just go outside and wait to eat. You're affecting my performance!"
"Are you sure you don't need me to... call Mommy over to help you?"
"Does cooking really need her help?"
Murong Chen: "...Alright then, be careful and remember to flip it over."
After saying that, he turned and left.
No sooner had he stepped out of the kitchen than he heard a "whooshing" sound.
A burst of light appeared in the kitchen.
Kong Wange rushed over as soon as she saw the light and shielded Murong Chen, who was standing at the kitchen door, behind her.
Turning around, he saw Murong Ting holding a pot, taking a few steps back in shock, the embers still burning inside.
Kong Wange looked incredulous: "Is this braised fish or roasted fish?"
Murong Ting gritted his teeth: "It's none of your business!"
Kong Wange nodded: "I didn't intend to interfere. Anyway, this house is yours, and what's burning is your property. Oh, by the way, just a friendly reminder, the fish is burnt..."
Murong Ting forced a smile: "...This is how things are done in Jiangcheng. What do you, a country woman, know? Get out!"
"Mommy, how about we invite Daddy to eat the meal you made?" Murong Chen said timidly.
"Chenbao, it's not that Mommy is stingy, it's just that your daddy made the rules himself: we pay for our own food and lodging, and everyone eats separately. Have you forgotten?"
“Even if Mommy invites him to eat with us, he won’t come. You see?” Kong Wange turned to the kitchen, her eyes crinkling as she invited, “Mr. Ting, would you like to eat together?”
Murong Ting gritted his teeth and refused: "I won't eat."
Kong Wange turned around quickly, looked at her son, and said, "See, Mommy didn't lie to you. Come on, let's go out to eat together!"
Ten minutes later.
Murong Ting brought out a plate of fish from the kitchen and placed it in front of Murong Chen with a blank expression: "Eat."
Murong Chen stared in horror at the dark, indistinct mass in front of him, instinctively taking a step back: "Daddy, what... what is this?"
"Can't you tell? It's braised crucian carp!"
Murong Chen: "...Can I not eat?"
"What, you want to drink medicine that I bought myself, saying it tastes like fatherly love, but the food I cook doesn't have fatherly love?"
Murong Chen: "..."
Is this what they call "lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own foot"?
He couldn't lose to Kong Wange.
Murong Ting patiently persuaded, "Son, this dish... although it doesn't look very appealing, I used the seasonings from the recipe, so the taste will definitely be good."
That might fool a three-year-old.
But Murong Chen is already four years old!
Seeing that Murong Chen still didn't dare to move, Murong Ting simply peeled a few pieces of fish meat, still with some white flesh, from a mass of dark fish meat and put them on Murong Chen's plate: "Alright, you don't have to worry now, right?"
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