Chapter Sixty-Three: A Five-Star Chef?

When Yang Xiaofan and the two others returned home, Qin Nuanxin was so excited that she couldn’t stop chattering, recounting to her mother and sister just how impressive Yang Xiaofan had been moments ago.

Qin Nuanyu was more composed; she already knew that Yang Xiaofan’s mysterious abilities were far from limited, and that his skills were not only endless but also incredibly powerful.

But their mother was unaware, and at first, she found Qin Nuanxin’s story hard to believe. It wasn’t until she saw her husband nod in confirmation that she finally accepted it as truth.

The shock of this event, however, was far beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Just imagine, an ordinary man in his twenties possessing such a dazzling array of extraordinary skills—how could that be possible?

And yet, Yang Xiaofan was precisely such a remarkable person.

Even more astonishing was the fact that he was now her son-in-law!

It made her feel as if she were dreaming.

Lost in her amazement, she accidentally cut her finger with the kitchen knife.

“Ah!” she cried out.

Her sudden scream frightened both sisters, who rushed over immediately.

“Mom, are you okay?”

“I… I’m fine. It’s just a small cut on my finger.”

“How can you say you’re fine? You’re bleeding so much. No, you must go to the hospital and have it checked out.”

Qin’s father glanced at Yang Xiaofan.

“Aren’t you skilled in medicine? Quickly, help her take care of it!”

Yang Xiaofan smiled calmly. “No need to worry. The wound isn’t serious. Do we have alcohol and gauze at home?”

“We have gauze, but not alcohol.”

“Then use white liquor—the stronger, the better.”

“Alright.”

Qin’s father hurried to fetch the supplies for Yang Xiaofan, who came over to Qin’s mother, rinsed the wound with clean water, then disinfected and bandaged it.

His movements were fluid and precise, the bandaging delicate and flawless, as if he’d been a surgeon for many years, handling countless minor procedures.

“It’s done. The wound isn’t large. Just be sure to keep it disinfected for the next few days. Most importantly, don’t let it get wet, or it may get infected.”

“That’s going to be a problem. I can’t cook now.”

Her daughters, feeling sorry for her, chimed in:

“If you can’t cook, then don’t. There are restaurants everywhere. We can easily order food. Besides, delivery is very convenient now.”

“But what about today’s lunch? I bought so much food.”

Qin’s mother looked at the groceries she had bought, her heart aching at the thought.

A woman who runs a household doesn’t take frugality lightly, unlike many young girls nowadays.

Qin Nuanxin scratched her head. “What should we do? Dad can’t cook, and only my sister knows how.”

“Let’s not do that. I’ll do it,” Yang Xiaofan interjected, putting a stop to Qin Nuanxin’s suggestion.

After all, Qin Nuanyu was pregnant with his child; he couldn’t possibly let her cook.

“Do you know how to cook?” Both Qin’s mother and Qin Nuanyu were a bit skeptical.

Yang Xiaofan just shrugged. “Don’t worry. I guarantee you’ll have a delicious meal.”

“It’s fine, really. We should just eat out. It’s your first time here—I can’t let you cook,” Qin’s mother replied, mindful of etiquette. Yang Xiaofan was a guest and the younger generation; she didn’t want him to feel put upon.

Every mother-in-law hopes for a good son-in-law, believing he’ll treat her daughter well.

But Yang Xiaofan didn’t mind. “It’s nothing. I’m not so particular about formalities. We’re all family here; helping each other is natural. You and Nuanyu can wait outside—the food will be ready soon.”

Qin’s mother was even more impressed by Yang Xiaofan’s gentlemanly demeanor. Her daughter had chosen well.

Qin Nuanxin, suddenly inspired, flashed a mischievous smile and said slyly, “Mom, I’m not hurt. I’ll help my brother-in-law cook.”

“You?” Qin’s mother frowned slightly. “Are you sure you won’t make things worse?”

Qin Nuanyu patted her chest and promised, “Don’t worry, mom. I may not be able to cook, but I can wash vegetables.”

“Alright, then you can help your brother-in-law in the kitchen,” their mother agreed, thinking it wouldn’t do for Yang Xiaofan, a guest, to cook alone while no one from the family helped.

As soon as she got her mother’s permission, Qin Nuanxin couldn’t hide her triumph, her lips curving into a sly grin. In the next moment, she whipped out her phone and opened her live stream.

“Ahem! Hey everyone, the world’s strongest brother-in-law is back! Since my mom hurt her finger, he’s going to show off his culinary skills and cook for us. Hope you all enjoy it—don’t forget to subscribe, follow, and send gifts. Thank you!”

The stream chat was already buzzing, everyone still talking about her brother-in-law’s recent display of prowess.

And now, he was about to cook, too? Was this for real?

“No way! Brother-in-law can cook, too?”

“With all the money he has, does he really need to cook? Is the life of the rich so dull?”

“His cooking is probably just so-so, at most a hobby. A guy as capable as him can’t possibly cook often—he must have little experience.”

“You have no idea how amazing he is. Just wait and see your words come back to bite you.”

Yang Xiaofan couldn’t help but frown slightly. “You’re streaming me again? Didn’t I tell you not to do that?”

Qin Nuanxin stuck out her tongue mischievously and pouted, “I came to help you prep the vegetables, and you’re not even grateful? Let me stream a little, won’t you? Besides, it’s not like this is something private. Don’t be so stingy, brother-in-law.”

Yang Xiaofan shot her a look. “With a troublemaker like you for a sister-in-law, anyone would die of exasperation.”

The chat exploded in laughter.

“Haha, he’s got a point.”

“Totally agree—she’s always causing trouble. Go, brother-in-law!”

Qin Nuanxin puffed out her cheeks in mock anger. “Whose fans are you, anyway? Mine or my brother-in-law’s? Why are you all taking his side?”

The comments came flooding in:

“We’re his fans!”

“Ugh! If you keep this up, I won’t stream for you anymore.”

While Qin Nuanxin was still bickering with her viewers, Yang Xiaofan, having mastered his cooking skills to a grandmaster’s level, picked up a kitchen knife and began slicing vegetables.

Everyone watched as he gripped the knife, his wrist flicking lightly as the blade blurred with speed, leaving only afterimages.

“Wow!”

“Brother-in-law’s knife skills are unreal!”