I treated you like a godfather, and you actually dated my sister!

"boom--"

With a sense of tragic heroism, Qu Hao casually closed the passenger door with a force that seemed to suggest a desperate act of self-sacrifice.

The Bentley Mulsanne that the mother-in-law was preparing to drive instantly became a small interrogation room.

Qu Hao slumped into the leather seat.

Then, with a "whoosh," he leaned half his body towards the driver's seat, his face almost touching Qin Ze's, his eyes filled with accusation and disbelief:

"I'm not trying to be mean, Lao Qin!"

Qu Hao was heartbroken, his spittle almost splattering onto Qin Ze's face, "My sister! Qu Man! In the first twenty-odd years of her life, the word 'kitchen' appeared less frequently than an alien invasion."

"Those delicate hands of hers can sign contracts worth hundreds of millions with ease, and she can type away at Wall Street. But tell me, can she tell the difference between light and dark soy sauce?"

"Does she even know what 'a little' means? How come she's only been with you for a short time, and she's already evolved from a 'kitchen sluggishness' into a (destructive) kitchen conqueror?!"

"How dare you! Did you give her some kind of magic potion to quickly become a virtuous wife and loving mother?!"

Qin Ze looked disgusted, stretched out his index finger, and pressed it firmly and accurately against Qu Hao's forehead, like pushing away an overly enthusiastic and noisy large dog!

Push his accusatory face back to a safe distance.

"How dare I? I'm the one who's been wronged!"

Qin Ze rolled his eyes, his tone full of bitterness, but he had to express his frustration today!

"Do you think I'd willingly let her enter that realm fraught with unknown dangers for her, the ingredients, and my taste buds?"

Do you know how much I sacrificed to nip that terrible idea of ​​Qu Man cooking in the bud? It was a mediation effort comparable to stopping a world war!

He took a deep breath and began to pour out his grievances with great emotion:

"I appealed to their emotions and reasoned with them—from food safety to nutritional balance, and then to the ancient saying that a wise man keeps away from the kitchen. I~"

Qin Ze pointed to his nose.

"I even tried to fool her with the nonsense that beauty can't be ruined by cooking fumes! But did she listen?!"

"I did more thorough ideological work than even a graduate school entrance exam political science tutor!"

"I can say sweet nothings that are even more cheesy than the male lead in an idol drama!"

Qin Ze became more and more agitated as he spoke, his fingers unconsciously tapping the steering wheel. "And the result? She was like she was possessed, an absolute madwoman—determined to fight the kitchen to the death!"

"What else can I do? Tie her up? Confiscate the kitchen knife? Or put an atomic lock on the kitchen door?"

"She's stubbornly persisting on her path of 'blowing up kitchens' and 'killing diners.' What can I, a weak man, do but accept it with tears in my eyes?!"

Mentioning this incident gave Qin Ze a headache, and the catastrophic scene seemed to reappear before his eyes.

The incident began a few days ago on a calm night.

The two had just finished a harmonious session of lovemaking and were snuggling together, preparing to drift off into a sweet dream.

Just as Qin Ze was drifting off to sleep, the enchantress in his arms suddenly uttered a sentence in her clear, cold voice that sounded like something out of a horror movie:

"Qin Ze~" The voice was soft, but the words were chilling, "How about I cook for you tomorrow?"

At that moment, Qin Ze's brain was in standby mode, his defenses at zero. He was dazed and confused, taking it as just playful banter between young lovers, and casually replied, "Okay...have we done this before?"

"No," Qu Man answered naturally and frankly, even with a hint of eagerness, "I just want to give it a try."

Try it? Try it and you'll die, sister! Unfortunately, Qin Ze was completely unaware at the time.

He even harbored a blindly optimistic attitude: "Want to try new things? That's great! Anyway, with me, a seasoned home-cooked chef, what kind of culinary disaster can I possibly create? At worst, I'll save the day!"

So, his mouth moved faster than his brain, and he readily agreed: "Sure, I'll try my sister's cooking tomorrow!"

The gears of fate began to turn backward.

The next day, he had class in the morning and left home as usual.

Based on past battles, it's highly unlikely that Qu Man, after a night of fierce fighting, would leave her bed before the sun is high in the sky.

However, he underestimated the astonishing drive a woman can unleash when she decides to cook for the first time.

He had barely stepped out of the house when... Qu Man opened her clear and resolute eyes and silently pulled back the covers!

When he returned home after class, he wasn't greeted by an empty living room, but rather...

A feast spread across the table!

Indeed, in terms of presentation, the four dishes and one soup were a veritable feast. The plating was exquisite, the colors were harmoniously matched, and it was steaming hot. Under the light, it even had a bit of a Michelin-starred plating feel!

The braised pork ribs were glistening with oil, the stir-fried vegetables were vibrant green, and the tomato and egg soup was a beautiful mix of red and yellow. The boiled pork slices were especially delicious, with bright red oil, chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns on top, and the pork slices looked incredibly tender. They were also sprinkled with bright green scallions and cilantro!

Visual impact: Full marks!

Qin Ze was stunned!

His heart was instantly overwhelmed with joy and pride: "My fairy is truly a genius! No wonder she's a female CEO who can excel at everything she does! Just looking at this dish makes me want to eat three bowls of rice!"

He still vividly remembers how he rushed to the dining table like a happy puppy, and gave Qu Man, who was wearing an apron and had a calm expression, a sincere thumbs up.

"Sister~ This is amazing! It looks incredible!"

Then, under Qu Man's expectant gaze, with a reverence as if savoring a miracle, he did not hesitate...

He fiercely picked up a large piece of boiled meat with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth!

For the next 0.5 seconds, time seemed to freeze.

The smile on his face went from bright to stiff, then to distorted, and finally froze into an indescribable complex expression that mixed pain, shock, existential doubt, and the urge to vomit!

That taste… how to describe it? Qin Ze tried hard to recall it afterward, but felt that any human language seemed pale and powerless in the face of that gustatory storm. If he had to describe it…

Have you ever eaten boiled pork that uses baking soda instead of starch, resulting in a strange foamy texture and a bitter aftertaste?

Have you ever tried boiled pork that uses sugar instead of salt, resulting in a magical taste that's so sweet it's almost cloying and completely devoid of saltiness?

Have you ever mistakenly used aged vinegar instead of soy sauce, resulting in a spicy and savory dish that completely transforms into a sour, pungent, and fermented-tasting boiled pork dish?

You may not have eaten it before.

But Qin Ze can assure you with his confidence and his confidence.

He ate it!

And without any psychological defense, he took a big, solid, and loving bite!

That bite seemed to open not just the taste buds, but the door to a chaotic, undeveloped culinary world where the five elements were in disarray.