"Well now, that's some skill, isn't it? After getting married and being there for years, surely you haven't been slaving away as a free cook every day?" Ye Fu picked up a piece of braised fish, a dish that was meant to tantalize the senses, yet he could hardly taste it. Anyone without years of cooking experience wouldn't be able to whip up such a meal. One can only imagine how much hardship our daughter must have endured over these years.
"Dad!" Ye Qiu looked at her father helplessly. Why did he always have to be so awkward when expressing his concern? But even though her dad was stubborn, she knew his love for her was no less than Mom's.
"Dad, what do you think about me opening a restaurant nearby with my cooking skills?" Ye Qiu changed the subject, seeking Ye Fu's opinion.
