Under the watchful eyes of his parents, Zhou Yu had to bite the bullet and started cooking. Although the movement was a little slow and strange, there was nothing wrong with the pace. It looked like Zhou Yu really knew how to cook. Yang Xiulan and Zhou Hong were amazed, but still did not believe that their son could cook such good dishes.
Matching with the actions of Kaka, was really a difficult thing, a slight carelessness would make the movements out of sync. Zhou Yu's forehead was already covered with sweat. Gathering 120,000 percent of focus, Zhou Yu concentrated on watching the hand of Kaka, and listening to the various instructions that were given by it as well.
"Dad, change the spatula and stir fry."
"Salt... That's too little. A little bit more. Oh no, that's too much..."
"Oh my god, dad, can't you move smoothly? It is time to lift the wok, ah... Can you not move like a soldier? Your movements are so rigid and stiff!"