Urban Medical Immortal Dad -
Chapter 442: The Sun Rising from the West?_1
Chapter 442: Chapter 442: The Sun Rising from the West?_1
At dusk, Mei Feng returned home.
Even before she unlocked the door, she smelled her favorite dish, steamed pork ribs with rice flour.
Creak, the door opened, and as soon as she changed into slippers, she saw Shan Chuan, apron tied around his waist, scurrying over.
"Mei Feng, how was it today? Did you win at mahjong?"
Mei Feng was someone who couldn’sit still. Even though her injuries hadn’t healed, she had already run off to play mahjong at Manager Wang’s place.
However, after arguing with her daughter Luo Ning last time, she did try to control herself and rushed back home at mealtime.
"No!"
As usual, Mei Feng’s irritation flared up at the sight of Shan Chuan, "Annoying! I didn’t win a single hand in the last round, and I even let through two winning tiles!"
"Wait. Why are you wearing that?"
She seemed to notice Shan Chuan’s attire and asked with a frown.
"To cook."
Shan Chuan let out a sly chuckle and said, "I had nothing to do at home today, so I watched some short videos to learn how to cook."
"And since I know you like steamed pork ribs with rice flour, that’s the first dish I learned to make!"
"Hmm? You’re cooking for me?"
The sun rising from the west?
Mei Feng looked at him suspiciously, trying to discern something from his eyes.
Having lived with Mei Feng for many years, Shan Chuan knew all too well how sharp her eyes were. They were like fiery eyes that could see through any deception.
He dared not look her in the eye and made excuses, "Cooking for you, I’ve done it before, haven’t I?"
"Besides, you’ve suffered so much recently. I made some steamed pork ribs as a way to nourish you."
"Mo Han and I chose the ribs together. They’re definitely delicious!"
"Right, Mo Han?"
Seeing her father-in-law dragging him into this, Mo Han nodded helplessly, "Uh, Mom, Dad and I did choose these ribs, and I paid for them..."
Mei Feng didn’t trust Shan Chuan, but she believed Mo Han’s words.
She snorted and casually threw her bag onto Shan Chuan’s outstretched hands before heading to the bathroom in her slippers.
She hadn’t gone to the restroom once during the entire afternoon of playing mahjong.
Twenty minutes later, Shan Chuan served the steamed pork ribs on the table.
Coca-Cola chicken wings, dry, shriveled potato shreds, stir-fried pork with peppers, clear-fried water spinach, bean paste carp, tomato scrambled eggs, stir-fried pig kidneys, and preserved egg winter melon soup, plus a steamer of steamed pork ribs.
One had to admit, when it came to natural talent in cooking, men seemed to have an edge over women.
At least in the Luo Family, the culinary skills of Mo Han and Shan Chuan were far superior to those of Mei Feng and her daughter.
Eight dishes and one soup were all full of color, aroma, and flavor.
Looking at all the dishes on the table, Mei Feng’s throat audibly gulped, clearly attracted by the food.
"Dad, I would’ve never guessed, but your culinary skills are really impressive."
Luo Ning praised sincerely, "Let me taste it and see how it is."
As she spoke, she picked up a chicken wing with her chopsticks and took a small bite.
"Hmm! It really tastes great!"
Luo Ning’s appetite was whetted, and she hurriedly picked another for her husband and daughter, "Mo Han, Chen Chen, try it and see how it tastes."
"Ning’er! Your mom hasn’t even eaten yet!"
Shan Chuan gave his daughter a glare and made sure Mei Feng was seated comfortably, even personally serving her several dishes.
This scene left both Mo Han and Luo Ning dumbfounded.
What’s going on with Dad (father-in-law)?
Mei Feng too was stunned. Had Shan Chuan taken the wrong medicine today?
Or could it be?
She furrowed her brow, put down her chopsticks, crossed her arms and said coldly, "Shan Chuan, here you are cozying up to me with concern and also making me steamed pork ribs. ’Unwarranted familiarity spells either a trap or a thief’—come clean, did you do something to wrong me again?"
"What do you mean ’again’!"
Shan Chuan’s face twitched slightly in defense, "I..."
Before Shan Chuan could finish, Mei Feng sternly interrupted, "Are you going to talk or not!"
Over the years, she was accustomed to throwing her weight around at home. Her angry glower was like that of a roaring tigress.
Mo Han sighed quietly, continuing to poke at his food, feeling sympathy for his father-in-law; it must be difficult dealing with such a tough character.
Mo Xiaochen held her bowl and dared not speak, her big round eyes blinking, filled with sympathy for her grandfather.
But at this moment, Luo Ning stood up to mediate, "Mom, Dad worked hard today to cook for you, even scalding his hand, and you don’t even care about him."
"I care about him? Nonsense!"
Mei Feng placed her hands on her hips and retorted, "I’ve lived with him for thirty years; do you think I don’t know what he’s like?"
"Usually, he’d rather eat instant noodles than cook, and today he suddenly starts to cook and makes such a lavish meal—are you not seeing something fishy about that?"
"Ning’er, ask yourself, how often has your dad cooked in all these years?"
"In my opinion, either he’s done something to guiltily wrong me, or he wants something from me!"
A woman’s sixth sense truly is frightening.
Mo Han was alarmed. His mother-in-law could deduce that her husband was cheating just from one meal—he was truly impressed by her skill.
"Mom, you’re overthinking it."
Luo Ning continued smoothing things over, "What could Dad possibly do to wrong you? He’s not young anymore."
"And if he wanted something from you, it would probably just be for you to allocate a bit more pocket money. Three hundred a month is indeed a bit stingy..."
Whoosh!
Shan Chuan’s eyes lit up instantly. Pocket money—that was a good excuse!
He seized the opportunity, scratched his head, and chuckled awkwardly, "Mei Feng, you do know me so well."
"I... I do have a request for you."
"Could you maybe give me a bit more pocket money? I’m not asking for much, just two hundred more."
Seeing Shan Chuan confess, Mei Feng carried herself triumphantly, "Shan Chuan, your pants are down, and I can tell what kind of shit you’re about to take!"
"Let me tell you, forget about increasing your pocket money. That’s not happening!"
"Three hundred a month is already enough for you. If you keep harping on about it, you’ll get only one hundred a month!"
Having said this, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating voraciously.
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