novelraw Chapter 81 Pampering His Wife
Chapter 81 Pampering His Wife
Qin Yuyan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died.
"Oh, oh, oh."
Ok.
I thought I was finally going to beat my brother, but I lost again.
Qin Yuyan scooped a handful of celery from the pool and began to prepare it.
Peel the celery by tearing off the outer skin.
Jiang Yaoxue called out to her, "Yanyan, that's not how you pick celery."
Qin Yuyan: "Then how do we choose?"
Jiang Yaoxue picked up a stalk of celery and demonstrated to her: "Just tear off the leaves."
"Oh, okay," Qin Yuyan started picking celery leaves.
Jiang Yaoxue doesn't cook often, but she learns everything quickly, including cooking.
She cooks with great skill and her movements are swift and efficient.
Remove the fish bones, make decorative cuts, marinate, fry in a pan, and stir-fry with sauce.
Before long, a plate of delicious and visually appealing squirrel-shaped mandarin fish was ready.
Qin Yuyan looked on with admiration: "Wow, Mom, you cook so well! I want to learn how to cook from you. Men all like women who can cook. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I need to learn this way to please men."
Jiang Yaoxue's expression suddenly changed, and she abruptly stopped cooking: "Yanyan, who told you all this?"
Qin Yuyan: "My dad told me that only women who know how to please men can make their marriage last. Women who don't even know how to please their husbands will never be happy. My dad also said that I should learn more about how to please men in the future."
Qin Hanxiao, a man who accomplished nothing, was addicted to smoking and drinking, and spent his days and nights roaming the brothels, taught his daughter this way.
Jiang Yaoxue clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, struggling to control her surging emotions, and asked, "Yanyan, do you think this statement is correct?"
Qin Yuyan's face tightened as she pondered deeply. She replied, "I actually have doubts about what Dad said. Since everyone is equal, and men and women are equal, why should I try to please men instead of men pleasing me?"
Jiang Yaoxue stroked Qin Yuyan's head and said earnestly, "Yanyan, you can cook for your parents, your husband, your children, and all the people you love, but never cook with the intention of pleasing men. Respect your own wishes. You can refuse to do things you don't want to do, and you shouldn't force yourself to do things you can't do. Don't try to please anyone. If there is anyone in this world who needs your pleasure, that person can only be yourself."
"Yanyan, don't learn those techniques for maintaining relationships with seductive glances and sweet words. That's too flimsy and can't support a long life. Go learn technology, learn medicine, learn things that help the progress of humankind, and keep improving yourself. Only then can your life be bright."
"When your world is big enough to contain ideals and human progress, you won't need to use flattery to exchange for love, because you yourself are light."
"Yanyan, don't be a parasitic vine clinging to men; be an independent, thorny red rose."
Jiang Yaoxue is a graduate of Harvard Medical School with a doctorate. She is an internationally renowned surgical expert and is revered in the medical community as "the Hand of God".
Her words were all reasonable and wise.
Although seventeen-year-old Qin Yuyan could not fully understand these words, her skewed values were corrected.
Song Xinya walked over and pinched Qin Yuyan's cheek: "Always love yourself, little one."
Qin Yuyan looked up at Song Xinya, then at Jiang Yaoxue: "I love Mom and sister-in-law too."
She turned to look at Qin Yuhe: "I don't love my brother. He's always mean to me and says I'm stupid."
Song Xinya: "If you don't love him, he won't give you money to spend."
Qin Yuyan: "Then I'll still love him."
Qin Yuhe smiled indifferently, the corners of his lips curling up. Who cared about the love of this little girl?
Song Xinya was helping Jiang Yaoxue, while Qin Yuyan stood aside and made things worse.
The little princess mistook sugar for salt and soy sauce for vinegar, and her efforts to help backfired spectacularly.
As Jiang Yaoxue turned around to chop vegetables, she glanced back and saw Qin Yuyan pouring half a bag of salt into the pot.
She quickly snatched the salt bag back: "Yanyan, you'd better not help Mom cook, go out now."
Qin Yuyan: "No, it's too hard for Mom to cook all by herself. I can't bear to see her work so hard."
Jiang Yaoxue: "Baby, you're making things harder for Mom."
Qin Yuyan: "Alright then, I won't help. I'll just stand aside and watch."
Song Xinya tasted a bite of the spicy braised pork ribs in the pot, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly: "It's too salty, it's unbearably salty."
Qin Yuyan: "It would be such a waste to throw away this food. I have a good solution."
"Let's make another delicious pot of food for the three of us to eat. This pot isn't very good, so give it to my brother."
Qin Yuhe glanced up at him and said, "Thank you."
Qin Yuyan: "You're welcome. It's what I should do."
Without the little princess making things worse, cooking speed is indeed much faster.
After the corn and chicken wings stew was ready, Jiang Yaoxue reached for the plate, but because her hands were still oily, her fingers slipped and the plate fell to the ground with a loud bang, shattering into pieces.
Fragments scattered around the three people's feet.
Worried that the ceramic shards might hurt Qin Yuyan and Song Xinya, Jiang Yaoxue didn't think too much and squatted down to pick up the shards at their feet.
When a finger touched a shard, its sharp edge cut through the skin, and blood gushed out.
Qin Yuyan cried out in alarm, "Mommy, you're hurt!"
Jiang Yaoxue: "It's nothing, just a minor injury. It'll be fine in a few days."
Song Xinya: "I'll go get the first-aid kit."
The moment she reached the kitchen door, she saw Qin Yuhe standing there with a first-aid kit.
Qin Yuhe went into the kitchen, opened the first-aid kit, took out cotton swabs and iodine, and treated Jiang Yaoxue's wounds.
His handsome face was cold and stern: "Since you have servants at home, you'd better not cook for yourself anymore."
Jiang Yaoxue looked at his serious and cold expression and replied, "It was my carelessness. I didn't hold the plate properly and startled you. I'm sorry."
Qin Yuhe: "I don't mean to look down on you. I know that as a surgeon, your hands are very important to you, and I'm worried about you getting hurt."
Jiang Yaoxue's eyes shone with joy like a rising tide.
After disinfecting Jiang Yaoxue's wound, Qin Yuhe gently applied a band-aid.
"You go sit and rest in the living room first. My wife and I will cook the rest of the dishes."
Jiang Yaoxue asked with some concern, "Hehe, can you cook?"
Qin Yuhe: "No, but I have a wife who is an excellent cook."
Following his suggestion, Song Xinya said, "I'll do it."
Before she married Qin Yuhe, she cooked at home every day, getting up at six in the morning to steam two large pots of beef buns.
Now that she's married to Qin Yuhe, living in a 1200-square-meter detached villa that Qin Yuhe gave her, and driving a luxury car that Qin Yuhe gave her, Song Xinya isn't that pretentious. She won't eat other people's food, live in other people's houses, wear other people's clothes every day, and be unwilling to cook a single meal for others.
All relationships in this world are reciprocal. If someone gives her a piece of candy, she will return a small cake. If someone takes her to see the stars, she will take them to bask in the sun.
A relationship that can be maintained stably in the long term must involve mutual effort.
Song Xinya rolled up her sleeves and started cooking.
The moment her fingers picked up the spatula, his hand grasped her slender, fair arm.
Qin Yuhe finished the sentence he hadn't said earlier.
"I have a wife who is an excellent cook, so I want her to guide me in cooking."
Song Xinya: "Huh??????"
Qin Yuhe tapped her nose with his finger: "Mr. Qin can't bear to let Mrs. Qin cook."
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