When Fu Chen'an walked into the kitchen, the corner of his lips twitched when he saw the meat cut by his wife. Looking at her clumsy movements, he quickly took the knife away from her and said, "Wife, let me do it."
Yao Zhi stood beside her husband and watched him slice the pork thinly. Seeing this, she couldn't help but praise him. "Husband, your knife skills are so good!"
"I have practiced martial arts since I was 3 years old. It's normal for me to have good control over a knife," Fu Chen'an replied with a smile.
"Husband, do you want to learn cooking?" Yao Zhi suddenly asked. For her, everyone who has good knife skills must be talented in cooking.
Hearing his wife's suggestion, Fu Chen'an refused immediately. "Wife, it's not that I don't want to learn. But I really have no talent in cooking."
"When I first joined the army, I was appointed to the kitchen to help the military chef. But in just 3 days, I almost burned down the camp because the chef taught me how to cook."
