THUD, THUD, THUD!

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the stairs as Zhang Fuyong and his daughter rushed down, only to be stunned by the sight before them. The kitchen was in complete disarray. Porridge was spattered everywhere, and the clay pot had practically exploded in half.

Lin Feng, having just turned off the stove, saw Zhang Yuxi run over to him, frantically looking him up and down. Her face was pale with fright.

"Darling, let me see! Are you hurt?"

Seeing Zhang Yuxi tremble from head to toe, her hands shaking uncontrollably, Lin Feng's heart softened.

"I'm okay. Thankfully, Mom and I dodged in time, or it would've exploded right on us."

Only then did Zhang Yuxi remember her mother was there. "Mom, are you okay?" she asked quickly. In her panic, she had only seen Lin Feng and hadn't noticed anyone else.

Zhao Lizhen was still in a daze. Shaking her head as she came back to her senses, she replied, "I'm fine..."

Zhang Fuyong did the same as his daughter, carefully checking his wife for injuries. He only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming she was unharmed. "As long as you're okay, that's all that matters!"

Zhao Lizhen added, her voice still shaky with fear, "Thank goodness Lin Feng was so quick. I definitely would have been hurt otherwise."

Zhang Fuyong was both furious and exasperated. "I told you not to touch that clay pot, but you never listen! Look, it's exploded again."

Lin Feng and Zhang Yuxi exchanged a look of alarm. So this wasn't the first time it had exploded!

Zhao Lizhen's expression faltered, and she said awkwardly, "That was years ago! Why do you always bring that up? Besides, how can you blame me? It must be a problem with the clay pot's quality!"

Zhang Fuyong couldn't help but laugh. "I might believe it if it was a quality issue once. But this has happened a second, a third, and now a fourth time!"

Zhao Lizhen's eyes widened. "There haven't been four times!"

Zhang Fuyong began counting on his fingers. "The first time was when Yuxi was in her senior year of high school. You were making her chicken soup. Didn't it explode?"

Zhao Lizhen retorted, "Did it?"

"Of course it did!" Zhang Fuyong insisted.

Zhang Yuxi thought for a moment and whispered, "Mom, the housekeeper did tell me the clay pot exploded that time."

The corners of Zhao Lizhen's mouth twitched. "I don't seem to recall that."

"The second time," Zhang Fuyong continued, "was when Yuxi was studying abroad and you went to visit her at her rental.

"We scoured every supermarket, big and small, just to find a clay pot, remember?

"You were making chicken soup again, and didn't that one explode too?"

All three of them remembered that incident.

Zhao Lizhen was speechless for a moment before retorting, "And what else?"

"After that, didn't I tell you not to use clay pots anymore?" Zhang Fuyong said. "But you didn't listen! The third time was when I was sick. You were making me chicken soup, and it exploded again, didn't it?"

"So you're blaming me?" Zhao Lizhen asked, refusing to back down.

Seeing her indignant expression, Zhang Fuyong was again both exasperated and amused. "Who else could it be? Maybe you and clay pots are just fated to be incompatible. It would be better to just stop using them from now on! Look, if it happens once or twice, I can believe it's a quality issue. But when the same problem happens three, four times... do you still think it's the pot's fault? It's clearly your fault!"

Zhang Yuxi and Lin Feng found the whole thing incredible. If this was a coincidence, it was far too much of one.

Zhao Lizhen flared up. "I only use a clay pot because I'm making chicken soup for all of you! Oh, so now you're saying I'm incompatible with clay pots and it's my fault it exploded! Fine! I'll never touch a clay pot again! And you can forget about ever tasting my chicken soup in the future, because I'm not making it anymore!"

"Now, listen to yourself," Zhang Fuyong said hastily. "I'm not telling you not to make chicken soup, just not to use a clay pot. What's wrong with an electric pressure cooker?"

Zhao Lizhen snorted. "Can that make soup as fragrant as a clay pot does?"

"It's all chicken soup, what's the difference?" Zhang Fuyong replied.

As their children, it was their place to step in and mediate when their parents bickered. Just then, Lin Feng heard the fourth baby stirring upstairs.

"I'll go check on the babies."

Zhang Yuxi nodded, then turned to soothe her mother. "Mom, don't be angry. Dad didn't mean it like that. He's just worried about you, that's why he doesn't want you to touch the clay pot! Some things are just strange and can't be explained. It's better to avoid them if we can. Think about it, if Lin Feng hadn't been here today, you definitely would have gotten hurt. What would we have done then?"

Zhang Fuyong quickly added, "Exactly. What's more important, the chicken soup or your safety?"

Zhao Lizhen was rendered speechless, though she was still fuming inside. "Alright, alright, I get it. Go check on my grandbabies."

Zhang Yuxi nodded. "Okay."

After her daughter and son-in-law had left, Zhao Lizhen shot her husband a sharp look.

"My fault, my fault," Zhang Fuyong quickly apologized. "I got carried away and my words were too harsh. Don't be angry. I didn't mean it."

Zhao Lizhen snorted, then sat down and patted her chest to calm herself. Zhang Fuyong took the initiative and began cleaning up the mess.

Zhao Lizhen let out a long sigh. She decided she really would never touch a clay pot again.

Upstairs, as Lin Feng was taking care of the babies, he suddenly laughed.

Zhang Yuxi asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I guess blowing up the kitchen is hereditary!" Lin Feng said.

Zhang Yuxi: "..."

Lin Feng vividly remembered the time back at the villa when Zhang Yuxi had tried to cook for him and nearly blew up the kitchen. That incident was still fresh in his memory.

"Hey, I can make instant noodles and boil an egg just fine," Zhang Yuxi defended herself after a moment's thought. "But when it comes to anything more complicated, it's like my hands have a mind of their own. I don't know why..."

Lin Feng had always found people like that fascinating, but he never thought he'd end up marrying one.

Thankfully, he had his Skills to rely on, so cooking was no trouble at all.

"Honey, you take care of the kids. I'll go cook."

"Okay."

When Lin Feng went back downstairs, Zhang Fuyong had already finished cleaning up.

"It's a lot of work for you, Lin Feng," Zhang Fuyong said gratefully.

"It's no trouble. I cook at home often, so I'm used to it."

"If you find taking care of the children and the house too tiring, you should hire a housekeeper to help."

"I can handle it for now. We can reconsider when the kids are a little older."

"Alright."

In less than half an hour, Lin Feng had prepared breakfast for both the adults and the babies.

They all had the same thought. This son-in-law is remarkably capable.

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