It was a stroke of luck that the hand injury wasn't too severe.
Since the wound couldn't touch water, naturally, the cooking fell to Mo Jingchun. After all, besides Zhou Yaling, he was the only one in the family who could cook.
As for Candy, she was fine playing with mud, but imagining her cooking was something Mo Jingchun couldn't dare think of for years to come.
When the little one grows up and enters middle school, that's when it might be appropriate for her to start learning to cook.
On the way back from the hospital, when they passed by a market, Mo Jingchun got off to buy an old hen.
It was said to be a free-range hen, but there was no fooling Zero's discerning eyes.
However, this family's hen was indeed better than others.
While stewing the chicken soup in the kitchen, Mo Jingchun's mind was still occupied with the scene of the store owner slaughtering the chicken.
With a swift chop, it was done with no delay or unnecessary movements.
