From what Tan You remembered, her father had rarely stepped into the kitchen ever since she was old enough to reach the stovetop. So this was a rare sight. 'Is Dad actually at home cooking?'
Cheng Wenhui laughed. "That's just your father's personality. He'll curry favor with whoever's doing well."
Tan You smiled. "Alright, let's head back then. I'm curious to see what he's made. Come to think of it, his cooking is actually pretty good. He's willing to spend time really honing his skills."
"That's about all he's interested in," Cheng Wenhui said. "Sometimes I think he's more like a woman."
"That's not exactly fair," Tan You said, an idea beginning to form. "Aren't many of the world's greatest chefs men? Professions don't discriminate. There's nothing wrong with him wanting to perfect his cooking."
