She was speaking when the voice of Chief Zhang came from the outer room, "Can't you change it up a bit? All you ever make is clear-broiled fish and tofu soup. I'm sick of it!"
Zhang Lanxiang, upon hearing this, placed her hands on her hips and walked out of the kitchen, glared at Zhang Jianguo, and said, "What do you think we should eat then? Spring is the time when nothing's quite in season. What other vegetables do we have? Isn't it enough to have tofu, fish, and meat?"
Jianguo, always a doter of his wife, saw that his wife was about to lose her patience and smiled as he said, "What I meant was that you could try different cooking methods! After all, we must always learn to innovate!"
"I can't do it!" Zhang Lanxiang glared at him fiercely, "The few dishes I make are presentable, but I can't say the same for the rest! Even if you want innovation, it won't be today! What if it doesn't turn out tasty and Qin Jian and An Hao are left hungry?"
