Chapter 86: Cooking is all about practice

The kitchen was bustling with sounds as Qin Guanglin, using the method his mom had taught him the previous two times, shuffled a spatula around the pan. At first glance, he looked somewhat like a professional chef—if only his expression weren't so tense.

"Mom, how much salt should I put in the daikon?" he yelled from the kitchen.

"Haven't I taught you that already?"

Qin's Mom threw the shell of the seeds into the trash bin and stood up to walk toward the kitchen.

"…"

Aunt stared blankly at the kitchen. "Is this what you call learning quickly?"

With Qin's Mom's guidance nearby, Qin Guanglin quickly stir-fried four dishes, steaming as he brought them to the table then stepped back to take a careful look.

Not bad; it was getting better with each attempt, at least it wasn't scorched black anymore.

"Aunt, come and eat." Qin's Mom called, scooping half a bowl of rice for herself first.

"Oh."