Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

Shen Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Then I'll trouble you. Just tell me what you need and I'll get it for you."

Zhang Wenying nodded, put her apron back on, and walked to the food cabinet to look through the prepared ingredients.

Seeing that she had been rebuffed, Zhang Yurou didn't want to cause any more trouble there. She could only snort coldly and turn around to walk back to the living room.

The two chatted and laughed in the kitchen, preparing ingredients and talking about everyday things.

Shen Mingyuan took the initiative to help her pick vegetables and assist her. Although his movements were not very skilled, he was extremely attentive.

Watching the two working together seamlessly in the kitchen, Zhang Yurou felt increasingly uneasy.

She was holding her breath, unable to let it out, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

Why is this happening?

Zhang Wenying looks like an ordinary woman. What makes her so special that she could win Shen Mingyuan's favor?

Sister Song Can is the daughter of a high-ranking official's family. She is well-educated, gentle, and generous. In every way, she is better than this country woman.

But Shen Mingyuan simply ignored her and instead protected Zhang Wenying in every way, even going so far as to embarrass her in public.

She grew angrier the more she thought about it, picked up her teacup and took a big gulp, only to be burned and wince.

If this doesn't help Sister Song Can, how will she ever see Sister Song Can again?

When the old general celebrates his birthday, he only invites three to five old comrades-in-arms to get together each year.

By this time, almost everyone had arrived, and the living room gradually became lively. Several old comrades-in-arms sat together, chatting and laughing, reminiscing about the glorious years of the past.

As the old general chatted idly, he glanced towards the kitchen and saw Shen Mingyuan wearing an apron and busy at the stove. He was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and scolded, "This kid, when did you learn to cook?"

An old comrade-in-arms next to him laughed and said, "This young man from the Shen family is becoming more and more promising. Not only can he do academic research, but he can also handle the chores in the kitchen."

Another old comrade chimed in, "That's right. I heard he's been leading a project at the research institute recently, and the results are remarkable. Even the higher-ups have praised him."

The old general listened, his smile widening, but a deeper meaning flashed in his eyes.

This kid isn't one to enjoy cooking.

His proactive attitude today suggests he might have ulterior motives.

The old general picked up his teacup, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the busy figure in the kitchen, a slight smile playing on his lips. What made this young man willingly wear an apron was probably more than just trying to please this old man.

"Old Dan, why hasn't Old Qi arrived yet?"

Now all that's missing is him.

Old Dan laughed heartily and said, "Don't you know that old guy?"

He went fishing early this morning with his prized fishing rod, saying he wanted to bring you a fresh fish to add to your meal.

"Haha, Lao Qi's hobby hasn't changed in decades."

The old general shook his head with a smile, but there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Back when he was in the army, he loved to sneak out to fish. He was caught by the political commissar several times, but he would insist that he was scouting the terrain."

However, this hobby of his is not a bad thing.

Back then, our nutrition depended entirely on the fish he caught in the river.

Those were difficult times, but the warmth and help we received during those times are still unforgettable.

Zhang Wenying has already started cooking.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Zhang Yurou shamelessly stood at the kitchen doorway again.

"Add less salt, I prefer a milder taste."

Zhang Wenying didn't want to pay any attention to her and prepared the seasoning according to the old general's taste that Shen Mingyuan had mentioned.

What's wrong with you?

I already told you to use less salt, are you deaf?

Zhang Wenying put the spatula aside.

"If you can do it, then you do it."

Zhang Yurou: "..."

Shen Mingyuan glanced at Zheng Yurou and said indifferently, "Comrade Zhang is here to cook for the old general, not to serve you."

If you don't like the food later, you don't have to eat it.

Also, Comrade Zhang is in the food business; she knows exactly how much salt to put in, so you don't need to tell her what to do.

"If you can't cook, don't give me any unsolicited advice."

Shen Mingyuan's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

What exactly is going on with Zhang Yurou?

Back in 1960, we all ate tree bark, dug up grass roots, and even ate dirt when we were starving.

Why is she pretending to be some kind of pampered young lady?

Zhang Yurou choked, her face turning pale, and her lips moved slightly.

She can't cook now.

But she is the daughter of an old general, who is a founding hero of the country. What's wrong with her enjoying some special treatment?

The staff member who had been helping out all along also looked on in agreement.

Zhang Yurou is a woman who loves to give orders haphazardly. She takes advantage of being the daughter of an old general and acts arrogantly towards everyone.

She knew nothing about kitchen matters, yet she insisted on giving orders, leaving her dizzy and confused every time. What seemed like a simple meal turned out to be an extraordinary struggle to prepare.

The food she directed was either too salty or too bland. The old general didn't say anything, but he never ate much of it.

Afterwards, she even blamed her for not being good at cooking, which was really speechless.

"Brother Mingyuan, I'm only doing this for Dad's health..."

Shen Mingyuan interrupted her directly: "You're just deliberately finding fault to show off your superior status."

If you really care about the elderly person's health, let them eat more of their favorite dishes instead of having a table full of food that they can't swallow.

Besides, Zhang Wenying's cooking is perfectly seasoned; what right do you have to nitpick in front of her?

Shen Mingyuan eats at Zhang Wenying's place every day.

The meals they cook are different every day, and the taste is simply indescribable.

Zhang Yurou is just nitpicking and deliberately finding fault.

Zhang Yurou was speechless after Shen Mingyuan's words. Her eyes reddened, and she bit her lip without saying a word for a long time.

She even cooked herself, hoping to please the old man and get a job transfer.

The food she cooked was so bad that even she couldn't swallow it.

The old man took one bite and then put down his chopsticks.

Although her father didn't say anything, she knew in her heart that her skills were really not up to par.

If her cooking skills were good, why would she have asked Shen Mingyuan to bring Zhang Wenying to her father to curry favor?

Just then, Old Qi swaggered in carrying two fish.

"Haha, Lao Zhang, look at the fish I caught today, each one weighs more than three pounds!"

"Here, take this and add some food to your meal. Don't ruin all my hard work this morning."

The old general took the fish and laughed heartily: "Old Qi, your fish came just in time!"

I was just thinking of eating some fish today.

"Xiao Li, take the fish to the kitchen and let Xiao Zhang watch how it's cooked."

In the past, the fish delivered to us always tasted...indescribable.

The fish smell was too strong, the saltiness was either too bland or too salty, and the fish meat was too tough to chew—what a waste of such good ingredients.

I wonder if Xiao Zhang will have exceptional culinary skills today and make the fish tender and delicious.