Zhu Bufan had no clue about cooking, but there were no restaurants around, and Zhan Feihuang was so hungry her stomach was groaning. She had even nibbled on half a raw radish, and though Zhu Bufan didn't know how to cook, he had to toughen up and try. At least to whip up a bowl of something to fill his wife's stomach.

The sky had already darkened, and when Zhan Feiyu and the others left, they took the car, leaving Zhu Bufan and Zhan Feiyu practically stranded on this isolated island. Even if they wanted to go out to find food, they would have to wait until tomorrow.

Cooking, when Zhu Bufan really put his mind to it, was actually very simple.

He lit the gas stove, poured a fair amount of oil into the pan, and then without waiting for the oil to heat up, he directly threw in the radish that was on the table.

Zhan Feihuang then fetched a piece of meat from the refrigerator, expressing a desire for meat. Without a second thought, Zhu Bufan sliced up a piece of pork and tossed it in. Fearing that the dish would burn, he poured a bowl of water directly into the pan.

No one would laugh if the taste was not good, it was just the two of them there, no need to worry about losing face. But if he screwed up the cooking, that would be truly embarrassing.

After adding the radish and pork, Zhu Bufan saw his favorite glass noodles in the kitchen and threw them into the pot too, and Zhan Feihuang mentioned she liked mushrooms, so he washed half a basin of mushrooms and added those as well.

Then Zhu Bufan thought, since it's just the two of us, why not make a big mixed pot of everything, enough for one meal, and save the trouble of making four dishes and a soup.

Half a basin of cabbage into the pot.

Half a bowl of beef into the pot.

Zhu Bufan was cautious with the seasoning as he knew this mishmash wouldn't taste great, but as long as it wasn't too salty or offensively flavored, it would be somewhat edible. Therefore, he added very little seasoning to this big mix.

Later, if Zhan Feihuang finds it not salty enough, she could add more salt. But if it's too salty, the whole pot of food would be ruined. Zhu Bufan had at least this bit of wisdom.

Over thirty minutes, Zhu Bufan added water to the pot three times and finally determined that the food in the pot was "fully cooked". He called Zhan Feihuang over to eat.

"Little Huang, come and eat. After dinner, we can watch TV!" Zhu Bufan said, as he personally served a bowl of food, not very confident in his skills, he took a piece of beef himself to taste.

Hmm. Not bad.

"My wonderful husband, you are so great, cooking for me, I love you to death!" Zhan Feihuang excitedly picked up the bowl, and generously planted a kiss on Zhu Bufan. Just as Zhu Bufan was about to say something, the girl had already scooted out of the kitchen.

Busy watching a Korean drama in the living room.

When Zhu Bufan entered the living room with his bowl, Zhan Feihuang was already eating, watching TV while munching on her food, so the taste of the meal hardly had time to be judged. Seeing that she didn't complain, Zhu Bufan felt quite relieved.

If she had complained on the spot about the meal, it would have been really embarrassing.

But fate wasn't so kind; Zhu Bufan's hope to get through this meal simply wasn't so easy. Du Yujiao and Zhan Feiyu had returned from a nearby restaurant and brought dinner for Zhu Bufan and the others.

Du Yujiao walked into the living room holding the food boxes and saw Zhan Feihuang with a bowl in her hands. Curiously she asked, "What are you eating, girl? Did you make it yourself?"

"Mom, why are you back again!" Zhan Feihuang scrambled up from the sofa, holding her bowl of food and ran towards Du Yujiao, confessing as she walked, "This is made by my husband, it tastes so good. Mom, you should try it."

Du Yujiao curiously glanced at the contents of the bowl, and immediately frowned deeply, almost gagging. Was this greasy mess even edible? It looked like slop!

But after all, Du Yujiao was a sensible person. Whether it tasted good or not wasn't much of her concern; as long as it wasn't deadly, it was fine.

For a man like Zhu Bufan to personally cook for his "wife," the sentiment definitely held more value than the meal itself. Besides, Zhan Feihuang was naive and taste-blind – if she said it was good, then so be it.

Du Yujiao, worldly and wise, could "bluff" her way through this, but Zhan Feiyu was not so easily fooled. Under the bright light, Zhan Feihuang's bowl held nearly half "oil", a greasy mess as if deep-fried.

Zhan Feiyu felt more disgusted as she watched, and Zhan Feihuang even added a piece of mushroom for her to eat.

Zhu Bufan feared making it too salty, so he hadn't added much salt to this mishmash; he seasoned his own bowl separately, but Zhan Feihuang never mentioned hers, and continued to eat it bland.

Zhan Feiyu rolled the piece of mushroom in her mouth for a second, then immediately grimaced and spat it out with a "Puff!", yelling, "Zhu Bufan, you really are incompetent! My sister married you, and you let her eat this swill?"

"How is this swill?" Zhu Bufan coldly retorted, "Look, I'm eating the same thing myself, aren't I? There are no restaurants around, if I don't make something for her, should I let her starve instead?"

Zhan Feiyu fired back, "We brought her food, you don't need to bother. Keep your pig feed for yourself. Little Huang, I brought you your favorite steak, this thing..."

"Crash!" Without hesitation, Zhan Feiyu smashed the bowl in Zhan Feihuang's hand to the ground. Angrily she said, "This is simply not fit for human consumption!"

Zhu Bufan's face turned ugly in an instant. If only Zhan Feiyu were a man, he might have already punched him into a pulp.

Oblivious as ever, Zhan Feihuang cheerfully called out to Zhu Bufan, "Husband, come and join me for the grilled steak. It's really good, I can't finish it alone, come and share."

Zhan Feiyu rolled her eyes, "I didn't prepare any for him..."

"Enough!" Du Yujiao suddenly stood up, pushed Zhan Feiyu aside, and sternly reprimanded, "Feiyu, can you stop being ridiculous? Zhu Bufan, a man, has personally cooked for Feihuang. Regardless of the taste, his effort is precious. I've been married to your father for decades, and he has not cooked a single meal for me!"

"Our house has chefs, right? You have several to choose from." Zhan Feiyu stubbornly replied.

"Really? Since you know we have chefs, then why do you always insist I make your breakfast porridge? If I don't make it for a day, you make a fuss!"

"I... I just prefer the food you make, Mom," Zhan Feiyu said, her face turning red, seemingly a bit remorseful.

Du Yujiao continued to question, "Then in the many years I've cooked for you, have you ever cooked a meal for me?"

"I don't know how, if I did, I'd definitely cook for you every day."

"You're smart and clever, I don't believe you couldn't learn to cook in all these years. Clearly, you just haven't had the heart to do it!"

"I..." Zhan Feiyu was suddenly at a loss for words.

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