Everyone looked at Wen Shi, hoping he would persuade her.
Unexpectedly, he was even more straightforward than Yi Chichi, "Don't look at me, at our house, Chichi is the boss."
"The recipe is quite valuable."
He Yunsong reminded them again, and Lin Qiu Ping and the others nodded in agreement.
Wen Shi understood and replied, "Oil and smoke damage the skin, I can't let my wife become a cook."
Dealing with the kitchen all day isn't friendly to girls.
His wife is only suited to sit in front of an embroidery frame, delicately threading needles with her slender fingers, her eyebrows serene, the atmosphere peaceful, the scene as beautiful as a painting.
Seeing that they wanted to speak, he angrily said, "Don't come to me when you can't get your braised dishes; we won't make it a second time."
This was a bit of a harsh threat.
If they hadn't tasted the delicious braised dishes, it wouldn't matter.
The key was they had tasted it, and it was hard to forget.
