Cooking in the Kitchen
"Yue Niang, you're asking Jingwei to cook for us?" Tai Cheng asked, frowning as he couldn't help turning his head to look in the direction of the kitchen. "Isn't this too tough for him?"
"Exactly. I want it to be tough for him." Yue Niang said, shrugging. "What? Does he think I'll be easily satisfied by his half-baked efforts?"
"You do realise he's a wealthy heir, not a professional chef." Tai Cheng argued. "What if he gets injured? What if our daughter gets injured?"
"Tai Cheng, listen to what you're saying. Stop coddling them! Look at how old they are already!" Yue Niang exclaimed. "If they added up their ages together, they'd be older than me. If you're telling me that these two grownups can't cook a nice bowl of noodles for the family to eat for dinner, then how can I approve of their relationship? They'll die of vitamin deficiency and starvation!"
Tai Cheng could only fall silent, seeing her point.