Chapter 245 Cooking or Demolishing the House

The men in the Zhou family have another advantage.

They can't stand the slightest stimulation.

Zhou Jingming's words provoked his father's stubbornness, "Who says I can't?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou's father rolled up his sleeves and walked forward.

Zhou Jingming noticed he had gone to the wrong place and pointed, "The kitchen is on the right."

Zhou's father's face darkened further, and he turned back and went inside.

Chairman Zhou, who has been pampered since childhood, has been single-mindedly focused on his career and has never set foot in a place like the kitchen in over fifty years.

Faced with a kitchen full of pots and pans, he was at a loss for what to do.

Not to mention how to turn on the gas!

Sitting outside, Shen Xian watched Zhou's father's flustered state and felt extremely helpless. "Ming'er, you've really put your dad in a difficult position this time. If he can cook a single meal, pigs can fly."

“Yeah, brother, you know Dad’s temper, why argue with him?” Zhou Jing added.

Zhou Jingming stayed by Su Xi's side, feeding her and bringing her water, a typical good husband.

Hearing the mother and daughter's words, he casually said, "It's not a big deal to have a bad temper, the problem is that you don't have any ability but only know how to act tough."

"This old man needs to be taught a lesson, lest he think he's all-powerful and everyone has to do what he says."

It's been like this since I was a child.

What did Zhou's father say?

Zhou Jingming had to do something.

When I was younger, I would be punished for resisting.

Now that he's older, does he really think that I, at thirty, can control him as always?

"Look, he doesn't even know how to turn on the gas. He probably won't get to eat this bowl of noodles." Shen Xian had given up hope.

Since we got married, I've never seen Lao Zhou cook.

This man is exceptionally good at making money, but his lack of domestic skills is his Achilles' heel.

"Mom, let me remind you," Zhou Jingming said, pulling out a tissue to wipe the soup from Su Xi's lips. "Tenderness towards men will shorten your lifespan."

Su Xi had only drunk half of her porridge.

Upon hearing this, he immediately put down his spoon. "Aren't you a man?"

"Of course..."

Zhou Jingming realized his wife was still there, and immediately changed his expression, massaging her back. "Of course I'm a man, a different kind of man than you. I'm different from my dad. I can pamper my wife, cook, and make money."

"Old Zhou is all he knows how to make money and nothing else. He's a typical male chauvinist. Look how pitiful my mother is. She's been married for thirty years and has never eaten a single meal cooked by my father."

Su Xi nodded. "Indeed, it's quite unfair."

"I will take care of you for the rest of my life." Zhou Jingming affectionately flicked Su Xi's nose.

The two of them drank porridge with such sweetness that it tasted like honey, their interaction so intimate that Zhou Jing was envious.

"I'd better just get lost, so I don't end up with nothing but dog food instead of porridge and noodles."

After saying that, Zhou Jing took her phone and went outside to make a call.

Shen Xian's gaze remained fixed on the kitchen. "You're right. We should teach your dad a lesson. I've served him for thirty years. It's time for him to serve me."

Despite saying that, seeing Zhou's father knock over the spatula, Shen Xian couldn't sit still and rushed over immediately.

"Mom, what are you doing going in there..."

By the time Zhou Jingming tried to stop her, Shen Xian had already started packing.

Su Xi laughed, "You can use reverse psychology to get your dad into the kitchen, but you can't stop their 30-year-long relationship. Stop messing around, or our house will probably burn down."

When Zhou's father couldn't turn on the gas, he simply used a lighter to light it.

Su Xi was terrified.

Now it's time to overturn the spatula.

You might hurt yourself in a moment.

In severe cases, they may even lose their homes.

It's not worth it for a bowl of noodles.

"And you, will you treat Dad the same way Mom treats Mom?" Zhou Jingming asked expectantly.

Su Xi pondered for a moment, but remained silent.

Zhou Jingming felt both nervous and sad.

Seeing his reaction, Su Xi chuckled and said, "Of course I will. You're my husband. If I'm not good to you, who will I be good to?"

"Wife, I love you."

Zhou Jingming pinched her chin and kissed her passionately.

After finishing her phone call, Zhou Jing was about to come in when she saw her brother and sister-in-law's ambiguous behavior. She muttered to herself, "I didn't see anything," and then went back out.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Zhou's father lit a fire and found some vegetables in the refrigerator, but he was at a loss as to what to do in front of the stove.

Shen Xian smelled something burning and quickly turned off the stove. "Are you cooking, or are you going to burn the house down?"

Zhou's father had finally managed to get the fire going, but it was turned off just like that, and he was extremely anxious.

"Of course I'm going to make you noodles. Look at you, I went through all that trouble to start this fire, and now you've ruined it. I have to start all over again." Mr. Zhou's patience had completely worn off.

But when facing his wife, he resolutely remained gentle and patient.

Shen Xian easily lit the lighter in front of him, saying, "Look, this is how you light a fire. It's too dangerous for you to use a lighter."

Mr. Zhou smiled sheepishly, "It's because I've never been in the kitchen before, so I don't know how to operate it."

“Your son is right. You old man, all you can do is have a bad temper.” After saying that, Shen Xian pulled Zhou’s father aside. “I really can’t count on you to cook for me in this lifetime. Go and rest over there. I’ll do it.”

Zhou's father was disliked by his son.

Now he's being belittled by his wife.

She felt terrible. "I don't know how now, but I can learn. Ah Xian, why don't you teach me?"

"Who just said that a man's hands are for making money, not for cooking?"

Mr. Zhou felt a little embarrassed after his wife exposed his mistake.

He just said that to spite his stubborn son; it was just something he said casually.

Why did my wife listen to that?

"Look at your good-for-nothing son, he cooked a meal himself and made Xi'er so happy. Would you be this happy if I could cook a meal?"

Zhou's father looked outside.

They happened to witness Zhou Jingming and Su Xi flirting.

Shen Xian naturally saw it too, and nodded, "Of course."

She knew that too.

With Zhou's character, he's not going to produce anything good.

"Okay, no matter what, I'll make you a bowl of noodles today." Mr. Zhou was full of fighting spirit.

Shen Xian knew that he and her son were stubborn, and she felt extremely helpless.

Seeing him about to chop vegetables with a cleaver, she was so frightened that she quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying, "If you want to do it, I'll teach you. Don't do it yourself."

I just lit it with a lighter.

Now get the kitchen knife.

Just watching Zhou's father operate the machine terrified Shen Xian time and time again.

With a mentor to teach him, Zhou's father gained confidence. "I knew my wife loved me the most. Once I learn to cook, I'll cook for you every day."

"Let's talk about it after you've learned it."