Fang Cheng felt a slight stir in his heart and took steps toward the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Dong Yunchuan was tying an apron, holding a kitchen knife, aiming it at a piece of pork belly on the cutting board.
He was muttering to himself, exuding the demeanor of a chef about to showcase his skills.
"Uncle Dong, let me help you."
Fang Cheng walked over.
"No need, just wait to eat."
Dong Yunchuan didn't even lift his head, his voice brimming with confidence.
Fang Cheng smiled and didn't insist further.
Instead, he picked up a freshly descaled grouper from the sink nearby and asked:
"How are you planning to cook this fish?"
"Braised, my specialty!"
Dong Yunchuan patted his chest with assurance.
"The fish needs to be scored first for better flavor absorption."
Saying this, Fang Cheng casually picked up another clean kitchen knife from the cutting board.
