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After sending off the mythical beast, Yu Le returned to Shengshi Huating.

Push open the door.

The living room was quiet.

Yu Le changed into his slippers and walked into the living room. A lump of unidentified object was sprawled on the sofa, causing his lips to twitch slightly.

Liu Qianqian was wearing an oversized SpongeBob SquarePants onesie, sprawled on the sofa in an extremely contorted position, holding a bag of potato chips in her left hand and a phone in her right, while humming softly.

"Dad, you're back." She didn't even look up.

Yu Le walked over and chuckled, kicking the edge of the sofa. "Haven't your gravity system recovered yet after filming 'Gravity'? Are you planning to take root on this sofa?"

Liu Qianqian stuffed a large piece of potato chip into her mouth, making a crisp "crunch" sound.

"Don't even mention it. I feel nauseous whenever I see anything green. I always feel like I'm still in that shabby film studio," she complained weakly. "This is a classic work-related injury; I need paid leave!"

Yu Le placed the thermos on the coffee table.

"Taking a vacation is fine, but don't just stay home all the time. Your Douyin account is practically overgrown with weeds."

"Fans are calling for your return every day."

Liu Qianqian rolled over, buried her face in the cushion, and said in a muffled voice, "Working is too tiring. I want to be a salted fish without dreams."

Yu Le chuckled.

"You have to flip the salted fish over, otherwise it'll stick to the pan." He reached out and patted the SpongeBob-like head. "Get up."

"What?" Liu Qianqian cautiously peeked half her head out from under the cushion.

"I'll teach you how to cook."

"Cooking?" Liu Qianqian seemed to have heard some great news and instantly sprang up from the sofa.

She looked down at her bulky SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas, her eyes sparkling: "Dad, you've finally discovered my hidden Michelin chef talent?"

If she learned her father's cooking skills, she could cook herself a feast! She wouldn't have to wait to be fed anymore! Thinking about this made her feel very happy.

Yu Le looked at SpongeBob SquarePants, who was still wriggling on the sofa, and suppressed a laugh: "Go change your clothes. If you cook in this SpongeBob outfit, people will think we're making Krabby Patties."

Liu Qianqian jumped off the sofa, puffing out her chest defiantly: "Dad, what do you know? This is called a relaxed, homey style!"

She shuffled to the bedroom in her slippers.

"Wait five minutes!"

"This master chef is about to make his dazzling entrance!"

.........

Five minutes later.

The bedroom door was suddenly pulled open, and accompanied by a "clang clang clang" sound, Liu Qianqian made a dazzling entrance.

Yu Le leaned back on the sofa, just picked up her thermos to take a sip of water, and almost spat it out when she saw the person in front of her.

Liu Qianqian had a floral headscarf wrapped around her head.

She was wearing a thick, dark blue waterproof apron that she had somehow found.

She was wearing long, thick pink rubber gloves, the kind used for washing dishes.

"MasterChef Junior, requesting to participate in the battle!"

Yu Le put down her thermos.

Stand up.

He looked her up and down.

"Are you going to cook, or to defuse bombs in Syria?"

Liu Qianqian held the spatula high, head held high and chest out.

"This is called professional protection! Cooking fumes are a female celebrity's biggest enemy, do you understand?!"

She shuffled into the kitchen in her slippers.

Yu Le followed him inside.

I took my phone out of my pocket, found a suction cup phone holder, and slammed it onto the tile on the side of the countertop.

Adjust the angle.

Align it with the cutting board and the gas stove.

Press the record button.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Liu Qianqian came over.

"Record the beautiful moments of life." Yu Le pressed her back to the cutting board. "And while you're at it, let's clean up the weeds on your comma characters."

Liu Qianqian didn't pay attention and asked.

"What national banquet-level dish will you teach me to make today?"

"The Manchu Han Imperial Feast?"

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"

Yu Le took two tomatoes out of the plastic bag.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes".

Liu Qianqian pouted.

"cut."

"What's so difficult about this? Anyone with hands can do it. You're underestimating me!"

Yu Le said, "Stop talking nonsense and bring out three eggs."

Liu Qianqian turned around, opened the refrigerator door, took out three eggs, and placed them on the counter.

"The first step is to beat the eggs."

Yu Le took a small glass bowl.

"Watch closely."

He tapped the bowl lightly on the rim and snapped it open with one hand.

The golden egg liquid slid smoothly into the bowl.

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

"Your turn."

Liu Qianqian picked up an egg.

Following Yu Le's example, he forcefully tapped the bowl against the rim.

Click.

The egg broke.

It didn't just crack; it shattered completely.

Half an egg yolk, along with a large piece of broken eggshell, was smashed directly into the bowl.

The remaining egg liquid dripped down her pink rubber gloves.

The drops fell onto the cutting board.

"Ahhh, it leaked! It leaked!"

Liu Qianqian was flustered and tried to catch it with her other hand.

As a result, both gloves were completely covered in sticky egg liquid.

"stop."

Yu Le took the rag and handed it over.

"Why are you using so much force? Do you have a grudge against eggs?"

"Mistake, mistake."

Liu Qianqian quickly wiped her gloves clean.

Pick up a pair of chopsticks and start picking out the eggshells from the bowl.

The eggshell was extremely slippery in the egg liquid.

It runs away as soon as you pick it up with chopsticks.

I spent ages trying to pick it out, but I just couldn't manage to pick it out.

"Dad, the eggshell is shifting, I can't hold it."

Yu Le simply used his hands, pinching the eggshell with two fingers and pulling it out.

Throw it in the trash can.

Add some salt and mix well.

Liu Qianqian picked up the salt shaker.

Hand trembled.

A pinch of salt turned into a large spoonful of salt, which was then poured into the bowl with a splash.

"Is this a salted egg?" Yu Le pressed her hand down.

"Slip of the hand."

Liu Qianqian picked up her chopsticks and began stirring frantically.

Extremely fast.

The egg mixture in the bowl splashed out and spilled onto the countertop.

"That's enough, any more and it'll turn into dish soap foam."

Yu Le took the two tomatoes.

"Cut into pieces."

Liu Qianqian picked up the kitchen knife.

Yu Le pressed down on the back of the knife.

"Hold the tomato down with your left hand, tucking your fingers inward. Hold the knife in your right hand, with the tip against the cutting board, and cut downwards."

Liu Qianqian carefully made a cut.

Cut out a huge, square tomato chunk.

The second cut is to slice a tomato into a thin, translucent slice.

A few cuts later.

The tomatoes on the cutting board are of various shapes.

There are cubes, cuboids, and polygons.

"Are you cutting geometric shapes?"

"That's called artistry."

Liu Qianqian's arguments were unfounded.

Even Picasso would have to pay you tuition if he saw this.

"Fire."

Yu Le pointed to the gas stove.

Liu Qianqian turned on the switch.

Blue flames shot up.

She shrank back in fright, dropping the spatula from her hand to the ground.

Clang.

"You've already given up before the oil even gets hot?"

Yu Le bent down to pick up the spatula, washed it in the sink, and put it back in her hand.

"Pour the oil."

Liu Qianqian picked up the oil bottle and carefully dripped three drops of oil into the pot.

"Are you applying a moisturizer to the pot?"