Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

He Wanqing didn't want to argue with this childish guy anymore, so she turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Mo Ye followed behind, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

The two returned to the kitchen.

Mo Ye took a bag of garlic from the cabinet and handed it to He Wanqing.

Looking at the garlic in her hand, He Wanqing suddenly recalled a scene: when Tongtong first helped Mo Ye cook, Mo Ye seemed to have asked her to peel garlic as well.

She looked at Mo Ye.

Mo Ye looked completely matter-of-fact:

"Peeling garlic is one of the basic skills in cooking. I'll go prepare the fish and lobster first, you can peel them slowly."

He Wanqing nodded and began peeling garlic.

She first broke open the garlic cloves and then separated them one by one.

Then pick up the cleaver and smash the garlic cloves with the back of the blade.

"Snapped!"

The garlic cloves split open.

She placed the crushed garlic cloves on the cutting board, cut off the small, hard piece at the bottom, and then removed the remaining garlic skin.

A perfect clove of garlic is now ready.

Because you need a lot of garlic to make garlic lobster.

He Wanqing squatted there, patting and peeling each fruit one by one, repeating the same actions.

But she didn't find it boring.

She peeled the shell while secretly glancing at Mo Ye.

Mo Ye is dealing with that East Star Spotted Fish.

He picked up the knife and skillfully scraped off the fish scales, the blade gliding along the fish's body as the scales fell off in a flurry.

Then gut it, remove the gills, and clean it thoroughly.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

After processing the fish, he began processing the pork.

Cut the pork into even small pieces, put them in a bowl, add salt, cooking wine, light soy sauce, and starch, and mix well by hand to marinate.

Then he took another bowl and mixed the batter with flour, starch, and water until it became a paste of moderate consistency.

He Wanqing watched his busy figure from behind, secretly marveling at him.

How come my little man can do everything?

Just then, Mo Ye suddenly spoke:

"Wanqing, open your eyes wide and look carefully, I'm about to start steaming the lobster and fish. Remember the steps and seasonings." Her expression was like that of someone teaching a kindergarten child.

He Wanqing instinctively wanted to retort by saying "Call me Master," but then thought better of it.

She walked over, stood next to him, and looked at him intently.

To make the teaching clearer, Mo Ye deliberately slowed down his movements, explaining as he went.

"For garlic lobster, the garlic is key. You need to chop the garlic cloves you peeled into minced garlic, the finer the better. Then pour hot oil over them to release the aroma, and season with salt, light soy sauce, and oyster sauce."

He spread the prepared minced garlic evenly on the split-back lobster.

"When steaming fish, the most important thing is to place shredded scallions and ginger at the bottom to remove the fishy smell, and also put a few slices of ginger on the fish. Put the fish in the steamer after the water boils, and control the time according to the size of the fish. This fish will be ready in about eight minutes."

He put the fish and lobster into the steamer and put the lid on.

"You have to be careful with the timing," he said, looking at He Wanqing. "If it's not steamed long enough, it won't be cooked through; if it's steamed too long, the meat will become tough."

He Wanqing nodded and silently made a mental note of it.

Next up is fried sweet and sour pork.

Mo Ye heated oil in a wok, and once the oil was hot, he coated the marinated meat pieces with batter and put them into the wok one by one.

The oil sizzled in the pan, and the pieces of meat rolled around in it, slowly turning golden brown.

He Wanqing curiously leaned forward, wanting to take a closer look.

Mo Ye quickly pulled her back a step: "Don't get too close, the oil will splatter."

He pulled He Wanqing behind him, and she could only peek half her head out from above his shoulder, looking on longingly.

While frying, Mo Ye said, "You have to control the heat when frying things. If the heat is too high, the outside will burn before the inside is cooked. If the heat is too low, they won't be crispy. Fry them once to get them cooked through, and then fry them a second time to brown them."

He Wanqing stood obediently behind him, watching his busy figure in front of the oil pan, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

And he seemed... genuinely worried about her getting splashed with oil!

He Wanqing's lips curled up slightly.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Ye asked without turning his head.

"It's nothing." He Wanqing put away her smile, but the joy in her eyes was still there.

Mo Ye took the fried sweet and sour pork out of the water and drained the oil. Then, in a separate pot, she prepared the sweet and sour sauce.

Simmer tomato sauce, sugar, white vinegar, and a pinch of salt until thick and bubbly. Then add the fried meat pieces and stir-fry quickly to coat each piece of meat evenly with the sauce.

Remove from the pan and plate.

The golden-red sweet and sour pork, coated in a glistening sauce and sprinkled with a few white sesame seeds, looks so appetizing.

He Wanqing swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the plate of sweet and sour pork.

Mo Ye was about to put the last stir-fried vegetable dish into the pan when he caught a glimpse of He Wanqing standing next to him, her eyes fixed on the plate of freshly cooked sweet and sour pork, her lips slightly pursed, looking like she wanted to eat but was too embarrassed to ask.

He paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

That expression is practically a giant version of Tongtong's. They really are mother and daughter; their gluttonous expressions are exactly the same.

He picked up a piece of golden-red sweet and sour pork with his chopsticks and held it to her mouth.

He Wanqing blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

She suddenly remembered that when her roommates in college started dating, they all became incredibly pretentious, constantly acting cute and saying things like "dating makes you childish."

At the time, she scoffed at it, thinking that she could never do that in her life.

Now... it seems she's not doing much better herself...

She looked at the piece of meat near her mouth, then at Mo Ye's smiling eyes, and suddenly understood her sisters a little.

Being pampered really makes you feel soft and gentle.

She wanted to refuse, to say "I'll do it myself," but Mo Ye didn't give her the chance at all.

"Try it," he said with a smile.

"The person cooking should always taste it first. Try it quickly and see if it's good."

Hearing him say that, He Wanqing couldn't refuse any longer. She brushed the catfish whiskers that were hanging down to her face and tucked them behind her ear. Then she opened her mouth slightly and took the piece of meat into her mouth.

Sweet and sour pork is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a sweet and sour sauce that melts on the tongue, perfectly blending the aroma of meat and fruit.

good to eat.

She squinted her eyes, a satisfied expression on her face.

Looking at her like that, Mo Ye couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair.

He Wanqing immediately opened her eyes and glared at him fiercely: "Show some respect to your master! Do you want to betray your master and ancestors?"

Mo Ye chuckled and poked her forehead: "You're getting too into character, Master."

He withdrew his hand and pointed to the stove: "Master, come here, I'll teach you how to fry eggs. You're in charge this time."

He Wanqing's eyes lit up.

Head chef?

Let her do it herself?

She immediately became interested and hurried to the stove, looking eager to try it out.

Looking at her eager expression, Mo Ye suddenly remembered the first time he learned to cook from Jiang Hui when he was a child. He felt the same way – excited, curious, and eager to try it himself.

He washed the pot clean, placed it on the gas stove, and then looked at He Wanqing: "Light the fire..."