Jiang Danhe didn't agree with the saying that gentlemen should stay away from the kitchen. To him, these words were bullsh*t. Why should a man stay away while the woman has to stay in? To him, he couldn't bear to let Xiaoguo cook and wash the dishes alone.
He didn't know how to cook, but he could wash the dishes. The only thing was, Zhuang Zhuang didn't seem quite happy about it.
After Jiang Danhe washed his hands, he made way for Zhuang Zhuang to wash his hands. However, Zhuang Zhuang snorted at himself after he was done. Jiang Danhe was a little confused. He didn't know what was wrong with the boy.
Zhuang Zhuang shook off the water in his hands and felt a little aggrieved. His work had been snatched away by his father. Moreover, his mother had looked at his father and smiled a few times at him. Usually, his mother would praise him. But today, he had barely touched a few bowls. It was his father who had washed the bulk of it. Zhuang Zhuang was not happy about this.
