129: Chapter 129 Helping out in the kitchen, where should your hands go?

Lin Chen and Han Meilin leaned in to take a closer look.

When it comes to the Four Treasures of the Study, laymen only know the collective term, but experts are well aware that the "ink" specifically refers to Hui ink.

This is a unique ink-making craft passed down by the ancestors of Huizhou.

The two sticks Huang Bo brought out were jet-black and shiny, and when brought close to the nose, they emitted a faint scent of musk.

Lin Chen and Han Meilin could tell their quality at a glance.

These were genuine, traditional collectible ink sticks, top-tier among Hui ink, with any single one worth several tens of thousands.

"The material is dense, the patina has enough age, and what's rare is that there are no cracks."

"Only by grinding it on a good Duan inkstone can this ink dissolve properly."

Lin Chen smiled and accepted the box.

It was the same old rule: don't ask about the price, just enjoy the fun of it.

Huang Bo's wife walked over with their two children, and the three women of the Lin family accompanied them.

"Quick, call him Uncle." Huang Bo's wife patted her son and daughter on the shoulders.

"Hello, Uncle!"

The two little ones looked bright and sturdy, not shy at all; it seemed they were raised with strict discipline.

Lin Chen usually liked children, so he reached out to ruffle the heads of both kids and teased Huang Bo: "These two little guys are much better-looking than you."

Huang Bo retorted happily: "Nonsense, each generation should be better than the last. You guys shouldn't just focus on playing; hurry up and make something happen, have a pretty daughter. Then we can become in-laws, and it'll just be the right time to elevate the genes of our Huang family. Tong Liya, you guys need to put in more effort tonight!"

"Go to hell!" Huang Bo's wife scolded with a laugh.

Tong Liya was a bold speaker; with a playful glint in her eyes, she coquettishly chimed in: "Sure, I'll make sure to squeeze our Brother Lin tonight, striving to conceive early so your big chubby boy doesn't have to wait too long."

As she spoke, she deliberately puffed out her impressive figure, her form-fitting dress stretched tight, revealing charming curves, and her peach-blossom eyes were glistening.

Lin Chen lowered his head and asked the two children: "What do you want to eat for lunch? Name a dish, and Uncle will make it for you."

Huang Bo fanned the flames from the side: "Don't be shy, your Uncle Lin is a master chef. This is a rare opportunity, so order whatever you want!"

The little girl was bold and showed a smile missing a front tooth: "Uncle, I want to eat sweet and sour fish!"

Lin Chen tapped her little nose: "No problem, just wait for Uncle's cooking."

After settling the guests in the living room to drink tea, Lin Chen turned and entered the kitchen.

Tong Liya and Liu Shishi exchanged a look.

Liu Shishi found an excuse, wiggled her slender, serpentine waist, and quietly snuck into the kitchen.

...

The kitchen door was half-open.

Just as Lin Chen tied his apron, Liu Shishi pressed up against him from behind.

She was wearing tight denim shorts today, her plump peach-like buttocks pressed tightly against Lin Chen, her soft breasts pressed against his back, and her fair, tender arms wrapped around his muscular waist.

"Hubby, I'm here to help you out~" Liu Shishi whispered, her breath sweet like orchids, her warm exhales drilling into Lin Chen's ear, her voice charming to the bone.

Lin Chen held a knife, busy preparing the grass carp, and feeling the soft sensation behind him, his breathing couldn't help but become a little heavy: "There are guests everywhere outside, stop messing around."

"Just for a moment..."

Liu Shishi's restless little hand slid down along his V-line, teasing him gently through the thin fabric of his trousers.

Lin Chen reached back and grabbed her slender wrist, pressing her against the kitchen counter.

He looked at his charming and moving wife before him.

Liu Shishi's cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving up and down due to rapid breathing, and her deep cleavage was faintly visible.

"I'll deal with you tonight." Lin Chen warned in a low voice, his large palm taking the opportunity to knead her perky buttocks firmly, the sensation incredibly soft and bouncy.

Liu Shishi let out a soft cry, not only not dodging, but instead proactively spread her legs and rubbed against Lin Chen with her knee...

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, footsteps came from the doorway. Liu Shishi quickly straightened her clothes, pretending to wash vegetables on the side, her face as red as a ripe peach.

Han Meilin and Huang Bo wandered over to the kitchen door.

The two couldn't find common ground in their conversation earlier, so they simply ran over to watch Lin Chen stir-fry.

"This is truly amazing, Teacher Lin even has a knack for cooking." Han Meilin watched for a while and praised repeatedly.

Experts know what to look for.

Lin Chen's movements in chopping vegetables and tossing the wok were fluid, without a single wasted motion; it looked just like he was creating art.

As the saying goes, all paths lead to the same destination; when the Culinary Arts are practiced to the highest level, it's the same principle as wielding a brush and splashing ink.

"This kid is a monster. He understands everything and is proficient in everything."

Huang Bo casually picked up a fried peanut from the counter and tossed it into his mouth, chewing it with a crunch, "When I first met him, I felt sour in my heart, wondering why he was so fierce at such a young age. After seeing more of him, I just became numb to it."

Han Meilin laughed twice: "I feel the same way! I thought I was the only one jealous of him."

...

Lin Chen was quick and efficient; before one o'clock, a table full of steaming hot dishes was laid out.

As long as Lin Chen was the one cooking, the taste was naturally impeccable.

Today, while hosting friends, he brought out his full capabilities.

Just looking at how fast everyone was shoveling rice, one could tell how popular the meal was.

"It's so delicious! Mom, can I come to Uncle's house to eat fish next time?" Huang Bo's little daughter, her mouth covered in grease and clutching a large shrimp in her hand, looked up and asked eagerly.

"Hahahaha!" The whole table burst into laughter.

Guli Nazha pulled out a tissue, gently wiped the little girl's mouth, and said with a smile: "You're always welcome! Whenever you're craving it, just call Auntie, and Auntie will come pick you up. Just tell Auntie what you want to eat, and Auntie will take care of it all!"

The little girl nodded repeatedly, her little mouth as sweet as if it had been smeared with honey: "Thank you, Auntie, you are so beautiful!"

The group burst into laughter again.

Tong Liya teased her intentionally: "You have such a sweet mouth. Auntie Nazar is beautiful, so am I ugly?"

"You're both beautiful! All three aunties are like fairies!" The little girl's survival instinct was extremely strong, causing laughter to ripple around the dining table.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone moved to the living room to digest.

Liu Shishi and Tong Liya took out the top-grade Maojian tea that Han Meilin had given them and brewed tea for the two men.