Rebirth from the Ashes

Looking greasy from head to toe, Shen Xi stared at Yun Jinping with grievance. “Mom, is cooking that hard?”

Yun Jinping stared at the mess in the kitchen and glanced at the wok on the ground. She was only at ease after seeing that Shen Xi was fine. She had been scared out of her wits, thinking that the gas had exploded. “Why do you want to cook out of the blue?”

She went up to wipe Shen Xi’s face, feeling bad for her daughter while still having the urge to give her a good telling-off.

Shen Xi bit her lip and sniffed. “I promised to treat our neighbor if the TV ratings went past 1%.”

“Dear child, what do you know about cooking? What if you hurt yourself?” Yun Jinping took a deep breath.

To this day, Yun Jinping had never seen the neighbor next door but her daughter seemed to care a lot about him.

“Mom, teach me to cook!” Shen Xi eagerly stared at her. “I promised him a meal and I have to do it myself to demonstrate my sincerity.”

“Oh, you!” Yun Jinping helplessly tapped on her forehead. “Our neighbor sure has all the luck in the world for my daughter to cook for him. I’m getting jealous.”

“Mom, you and Dad should join us.” Shen Xi smiled ingratiatingly.

Yun Jinping had in mind that she could just give pointers at the side while her daughter cooked. Shen Xi could make any dish since she was smart and caught on quickly after all.

However, Yun Jinping could not have been more wrong. Watching as the fine wok got knocked over again and again, even the mild-natured Yun Jinping could not stand it any longer. She had to admit, there were some people who did not belong in the kitchen.

“That’s enough.” Yun Jinping picked up the wok, all fed up and wanting to scold her daughter. Nevertheless, the sour look on Shen Xi’s face melted her heart. “Oh, daughter of mine, you don’t have to cook, I’ll cook for you all you want.”

Shen Xi was forced to face reality and accept that she could never be a chef. “Madam Yun, don’t worry. I may not know how to cook but I will make lots of money and hire you a different chef every day.”

Yun Jinping’s anger turned to laughter thanks to Shen Xi.

In the end, Shen Xi was successful in making two cups of instant noodles under the watchful eye of Yun Jinping.

Li Yuan and the girl had an agreement that to celebrate the viewership of “The Smiling Nation” surpassing 1%, the girl would treat him to a meal, and it was set at 5 o’clock.

Kun Lun observed as his boss put on the clothes given by Ms. Shen and paired it with the glasses. After Boss straightened himself out, he ordered Kun Lun to carry a table out and set it in front of him. The dinner date was quite formal.

Since Ms. Shen’s mother was a great cook, Kun Lun trusted that Ms. Shen would be the same, seeing that the apple did not fall far from the tree. However, he thought his eyes were playing tricks with him when Ms. Shen brought two instant noodles cups over.

Seriously, he guessed wrong.

Although Shen Xi felt uneasy, she faced him with a smile and put down the instant noodles. “Brother, it turns out I can’t cook so this is the best I can do.”

“Okay.” With a grin across his lips, Li Yuan stared at the young lady who tried to keep a calm front. “You’re the one treating and as a guest, I’ll respect the host.”

Kun Lun went ahead to respectfully arrange the instant noodles along with two side dishes of salted vegetables, a plate of pickled cowpeas, and a plate of kimchi on the table.

Jesus. Boss had been looking forward to this meal since yesterday. He specifically took a bath and got dressed, thinking of this appointment like a pilgrimage yet Ms. Shen served him a cup of instant noodle?

Rubbing her nose, Shen Xi solemnly looked at him. “Don’t worry, Brother. I will work hard so that you have a chance to eat the food I cook.”

Li Yuan gazed at the young lady, who was a bundle of nerves and nodded in acknowledgment. “Sure.”

Whatever it was, on the condition that she made it herself, he would love it all the same.