At noon, the arrival of Little Aunt's family of three made the meal even more lively.
Since they had to work in the afternoon, no one drank alcohol.
Gao Yanxin muttered while eating, "This is what real food should taste like. No matter how good the ingredients are, when they're in my mom's hands, they turn into a pile of mud."
Everyone at the table found his mumbling amusing.
Ji Yuzhu said angrily, "You little brat, don't think we can't hear your mumbling. If you think my cooking is so bad, why don't you cook for yourself instead of relying on your mom."
Gao Jianjun, sitting next to him, also became serious, "Gao Yanxin, since you dislike your mom's cooking, from today on, you should learn to cook with your eldest aunt and Brother Xuan. Once you've learned, you can be in charge of our meals."
Gao Yanxin, "..."
He inherited his mother's lack of culinary talent, so no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cook well.
