"But, darling, isn't there a saying in the world that 'use it or lose it'?" Zong Ji walked over to Meng Lan, "It's been so many years since you've actually cooked seriously."
"Some things require talent, and no matter how hard some people try, they can only learn the basics."
Zong Ji's cooking skills were indeed learned from Meng Lan, but over a decade had passed, and he had long surpassed the teacher. However, he had no intention of competing with his wife.
"Lan Lan Zi, a woman's hands are meant for applying hand cream and pampering, what's all this cooking about? If you're really not satisfied with your husband's cooking skills, you can just instruct from the side. Let those with rougher skin take care of the actual cooking."
"My health wasn't good before, and my mood wasn't great. Now that I'm feeling better, naturally, my health has improved too." Meng Lan insisted on cooking herself, and she seemed to be in a good mood.
Zong Ji didn't stop her, but he sighed beside her.
