A reborn mother longs for her daughter's happiness.

Chapter 248 The Sweet Daily Life of the Homecoming Chef

Liu Yixin and Fu Yu dragged their suitcases, humming a little tune as they stepped into the house. As soon as they entered, Liu Yixin threw herself onto the sofa like a sack of potatoes, yelling at the top of her lungs, "Oh my god, finally home! This old sofa is the best!"

As Fu Yu changed his shoes, he chuckled and teased, "Oh, it's only been a few days since I came back, and the sofa's already a broken sofa? So, when you stayed at the hotel these past few days, were you constantly complaining that the hotel beds were broken?"

Liu Yixin rolled her eyes at him, turned over and muttered, "How can that be the same! No matter how nice the hotel is, it's someone else's territory. No matter how shabby our house is, it's still our home!" As she finished speaking, her stomach even made a "groan" in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yu chuckled: "Alright, my darling wife's belly is starting to protest. My dear wife, please be patient, I'll go to the kitchen right away and make you something delicious, so you can taste the culinary skills of this 'master chef'!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yixin perked up and jumped up from the sofa: "Oh ho, a top-notch chef, huh? I remember last time you cooked instant noodles, you almost set the kitchen on fire."

Fu Yu straightened his back defiantly: "That's all ancient history! I've been watching the chefs cook on set these past few days, and I've secretly learned a lot of tricks. Today, I'll show you my skills. Just wait and be amazed by my culinary prowess!" With that, he strode confidently into the kitchen.

Liu Yixin followed them in and leaned against the kitchen doorway to watch the commotion. Fu Yu tied on an apron and deliberately struck a cool pose, asking, "Wife, do I look like that... what's his name again... right, a Michelin chef?"

Liu Yixin laughed so hard she almost fell over: "You're kidding me! If a Michelin chef acted like you, even three Michelin stars would be reduced to one. Stop joking around and hurry up and cook, I'm starving!"

Fu Yu opened the refrigerator, looked at the ingredients inside, and frowned: "There aren't many ingredients... Honey, how about we have 'deluxe egg fried rice' today?"

Liu Yixin pouted: "A deluxe version? It's just fried rice with eggs. Why make it sound so fancy? Fine, as long as it fills my stomach, I'm fine with anything."

Fu Yu started cooking. He cracked the eggs into a bowl, but accidentally, an eggshell fell in. He frantically tried to pick it up with chopsticks, muttering, "Oh dear, this eggshell is so naughty! I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up..."

Liu Yixin laughed until tears streamed down her face: "Are you sure you can do this? I think you're not cooking, you're putting on a slapstick comedy!"

Fu Yu finally managed to pick the eggshell out, and gave an awkward laugh: "It was a mistake, a complete mistake. Now watch me, I guarantee you won't be able to stop eating it."

He poured the oil into the pan, but it splattered and burned his hand. He cried out "Ouch!" and quickly stepped back.

Liu Yixin rushed over and asked with concern, "Are you alright? I told you to be brave, now you know what's what."

Fu Yu waved his hand: "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. Keep cooking, don't let it affect my performance." With that, he gritted his teeth and continued cooking.

A while later, a burnt smell came from the kitchen. Liu Yixin shouted, "Fu Yu, is it burnt?" Fu Yu then realized what was happening and frantically stirred the rice in the pan, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a unique burnt flavor, don't you understand!"

Liu Yixin shook her head helplessly: "I think you've turned the rice into charcoal."

Finally, Fu Yu served the "deluxe version of egg fried rice" on the table. He said proudly, "Wife, try my cooking, you'll definitely praise it."

Liu Yixin looked at the dark, mushy fried rice with disgust: "Is this really edible? Won't it cause food poisoning?"

Fu Yu picked up a mouthful of rice, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and said, "Mmm, it tastes great! You don't believe me? Try it."

Liu Yixin took a bite with some skepticism, frowned, and said, "What does this taste like? It's both salty and bitter. How much salt did you put in?"

Fu Yu scratched his head awkwardly: "I probably just slipped and put in too much salt. But it's okay, I'll go make you something else."

Liu Yixin pulled him back: "Forget it, I think you should stop messing around. If you keep going, you'll tear the kitchen apart. I'll just order takeout. I'm not counting on your cooking skills today."

Fu Yu was a little disappointed: "Well, it seems my cooking skills still need improvement. But don't worry, I'll practice hard next time and I'll definitely make sure you get a truly delicious meal."

Liu Yixin laughed and said, "Okay, I'll wait for that day. But before the takeout arrives today, could you get me some snacks to tide me over? I'm starving!"

Fu Yu hurriedly ran to get some snacks, saying, "My dear wife, please have some snacks to satisfy your cravings first. I'll make it up to you when the takeout arrives."

Liu Yixin ate snacks while watching Fu Yu's flustered movements, feeling a warm glow inside. Although Fu Yu's cooking skills weren't great, his thoughtfulness made her feel incredibly happy.