At the Tao family's house, Tao Zheng had already prepared dinner. His cooking wasn't delicious at all and was barely edible. Usually, when Mother Tao came back late, he would cook.
Tao Qi ate Tao Zheng's dishes with a pained expression. As he ate, he complained, "Second Brother, if this doesn't work out, let's sign up for a class. There are so many crash courses outside that teach cooking. You should spend money to sign up for one."
Tao Zheng pulled a long face. "You don't have to eat it if you don't like it."
Tao Qi pretended to sigh deeply and said, "Third Sister's cooking is still the best."
Tao Zheng agreed. "That's true. However, Rourou has to go out every weekend. She also has classes during the week. She wouldn't have the time to cook for us."
Tan Rou and the others returned as they spoke.
