After hearing this, Han Xuewei's face turned red, "Dad, I already have a family, of course, things have to be different."
"Besides, our family business is in the catering industry. If I couldn't cook, wouldn't that be a joke to others?"
Han Xuewei's dad laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, it seems my daughter does have some awareness. If you can capture a man's stomach, then you are successful. Come on, let dad teach you some of the secret recipes I have accumulated over the years!"
Han Xuewei also grabbed a spoon and tried to follow her dad's movements, but she didn't have enough strength, and several times she dropped all the vegetables from the spoon back into the pot.
Seeing this, Han Xuewei's mother hurried to interject, "Oh no, that won't do. You can't learn from your dad like that, he's just a rough man who has been tossing spoons from a young age, and you haven't even touched this before. This pot is just too heavy, you just watch from the side."
