Chen Jing and Zhu Qianyu seemed to have grown accustomed to his Eldest Young Master's habit of not lifting a finger. As soon as he called from the kitchen, someone from the living room would quickly run in.
Upon seeing the fresh-keeping box in Yan Han's hand, Zhu Qianyu didn't ask anything, directly took it, and turned around to put it in the microwave, setting the time.
"Big brother Yan, it will be ready soon, you go out and have a cup of tea first."
Before Yan Han could say anything, Chen Jing began shooing him out.
"Yeah, you should go out, it's quite smoky here, don't suffocate."
Chen Jing wasn't just like this with Yan Han, even with Ji Huan, her son-in-law, she shouldn't let him step into the kitchen.
It wasn't that she thought men shouldn't enter the kitchen, but the inherent impression that Zhu Zhizhou gave her over the past two decades was that men were not good at cooking and didn't like to get in the kitchen.
