When Zhan Moxiao mentioned cooking himself, Ou Chenghai was so scared he almost knelt down. It was polite of the richest man to address him as Father-in-law, but cooking in his house? He was afraid it would shorten his life!
Ou Lan clearly didn't expect Zhan Moxiao to show such a low profile at her home, but she didn't react much.
She watched her honest father fussing and trying to persuade Zhan Moxiao, "That's not necessary, not necessary, Son-in-law Xiao, this rough work is not for you to do, let me handle it."
"It's okay, Father-in-law," Zhan Moxiao said as he picked up a fish and skillfully gutted it. It obviously wasn't his first time doing such work, and it didn't prevent him from bonding with his father-in-law, "I used to cook my own meals often when I was in the military."
