Xu Zhengming in the kitchen, whether instructing his daughter or his grandson and grandnephew, focuses primarily on Xu Ling.
Xu Ling also knows she must learn everything her father knows so she can pass it on to her nephew and her own son.
"You should do it this way." Watching Xu Ling, who was nimble on her feet, Xu Zhengming couldn't help but think of his son, who was really not on the same level.
Back when his son learned, just a bit of guidance and he got it all, never making a mistake again, but with his daughter, he didn't even know how many times he had to point things out.
In the past, Xu Zhengming would have been angry, but now he holds it in, because being harsh would only frighten his daughter into inaction.
Xu Ling was indeed very nervous, recalling the times as a child when she entered the kitchen to learn; compared to her brother, she was really far behind.
"If only brother were here." Thinking of her brother who died young, Xu Ling wanted to cry.
