In the back kitchen, four five-star chefs are standing in a row outside the kitchen, watching the men in the kitchen nervously.

The man who is arrogant in the mall, is now wearing an apron and is proficiently twisting the spoon.

The four people were worried at first that the proven department was superfluous, and the cooking skills of the gentleman in their family seemed similar to them.

The chef becomes a helper, handing over the prepared ingredients next to him.

One by one, the maids brought steaming dishes out of the kitchen to set the table. All kinds of dishes included the North and South flavors, a touch of fish, and four kinds of tricks.

At this moment, the butler led Qian Mian over and said to Cang Ting: "Mister, Miss has arrived home."

Cang Ting glanced back and nodded slightly: "Go and sit for a while, the food will be ready soon."

His smile is extremely faint, almost invisible, but anyone who works in the Cang family knows that their husband is "Long Yan Joy" today.

"I'll help." Qian Miao turned to wash his hands.

Cang Ting was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop her. When he was about to touch her, but because the two were not close, he withdrew his hand: "No, it's going to be done right away, just take care of it."

"Am I a guest?" Qian Miao asked, and Taohua looked at him.

Cang Ting's eyes shook slightly, and a touch of comfort and joy quietly bloomed in his eyes.

The curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious: "Okay, then help me taste it."

When the words were over, the chef beside him immediately fetched the tableware and handed it to him.

He picked up a piece of diced meat and handed it to her.

Looking expectantly at her eating, he, who is usually not angry and pretentious, suddenly became a little less confident at this time.

Mr. Butler interrupted and asked: "Miss, how does it taste?"

"What does it taste like?" a voice came.

It turned out that Cang Zeyue had returned, with Lu Wanyu by his side.

He walked in quickly and was shocked when he saw the scene before him: "Dad,...cooking?"

Cang Ting didn't give him a look, but raised his hand and waved at random, motioning him to shut up.

Afterwards, Qian Yan asked gently: "Is it still almost smelling?"

Qianfeng: "Hmm... just right."

"That's almost a taste." Cang Ting smiled slightly, and took the initiative to add some flavoring.

"I remember eating spicy and salty."

Qian Miao pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth naturally pulled up: "Yes."

The more Cang Ze saw this scene, he laughed and wanted to cry.

"Dad, my dear father, is it a bit too partial?"

As he said, he opened his mouth to Cang Ting: "I want to take a bite too, my mouth is light."

"If you have a light mouth, go out and eat by yourself." Cang Ting didn't show any expression.

Qian Miao lowered his eyes and smiled, and he liked to see Da Cang deflated, which was really cool.

Lu Wanyu met her eyes, and then stepped forward to greet Cang Ting.

"Uncle, this is a gift, be careful."

Cang Ting was also very polite to her, and nodded slightly, "I'm interested."

Lu Wanyu moved a step back, his face couldn't hide the nervousness.

Soon, a meal was ready, and four people were seated to dine.

Cang Ting kept picking up vegetables in the bowl ahead, while Cang Zeyue next to him was adding vegetables to Lu Wanyu's bowl.

"The first time you cook, if it doesn't taste good, just ask it."

"Dad, what do you mean, this is the second time?" Cang Ze asked more and more.

Cang Ting looked at Qian Mian and said, "If Xiao Mian wants to eat, just do it."

"What about me, if I want to eat, do I do it?"