Chapter 12: Let's Just Order Takeout
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In the VIP private room, after a whole night of anticipation, everyone’s emotions were fully stirred up.
“Today, let’s see if this so-called ‘musician’ really has such miraculous cooking skills,” Gu Ningning said with a sour tone.
The others watched the screen with keen interest.
Under the intense spotlight, Chen Yu stretched lazily and walked into the kitchen, with Nian Nian trailing behind him like a little shadow.
He opened the giant double-door refrigerator, revealing a dazzling array of ingredients—from top-grade Wagyu beef to fresh organic vegetables, everything was there.
However, Chen Yu merely glanced inside and then... closed the refrigerator door.
He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and skillfully opened a yellow app with a kangaroo logo.
Takeout app?!
Everyone was stunned.
The live chat froze for a moment before erupting with furious anger!
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“What the hell is he doing?! He’s ordering takeout?!”
“What the hell! Where’s the promised fried rice? Where’s the legendary cooking skill? Is this it?!”
“Trash! Lazy dog! The kid wants a bite of home-cooked food early in the morning, and he orders takeout?! Does he deserve to be a father?!”
“I get up at five every day and make nutritious breakfasts for my baby. He’s a full-time stay-at-home dad, yet won’t even make breakfast? What a disgrace to men!”
“So disappointing! I thought he might be poor but good to his child. Turns out it was all a facade!”
“Poor Nian Nian! She has such an irresponsible dad!”
On screen, Nian Nian noticed her father’s actions.
Her little face instantly fell, her big eyes misted with tears, and she pouted in grievance, “Daddy... you’re not going to make food for Nian Nian anymore?”
After placing the order, Chen Yu crouched down, pinched his daughter’s puffed-up cheeks, and smiled reassuringly:
“Sweetheart, it’s too rushed this morning, and Daddy’s feeling lazy. The delivery uncle will bring you delicious preserved egg and lean pork congee and little steamed buns.”
“At noon, Daddy will definitely cook you a big meal—one hundred times better than fried rice, okay?”
Nian Nian blinked, the sparkling tears still clinging to her long lashes.
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded: “Okay... but Daddy must promise, no lying.”
“Promise on a pinky swear—no breaking it for a hundred years!”
Chen Yu hooked his pinky with hers, wearing a relaxed and contented smile.
Having comforted his daughter, Nian Nian obediently ran to the small desk in the living room, took out a picture book, and quietly began reading.
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This was a habit Jiang Zhiyun had cultivated in her—fixed reading time every day.
After she left, Chen Yu leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching her retreating figure, and muttered in a low voice only he could hear:
“Getting up early to cook... pure self-comfort. Spending all that effort to make yourself feel great, but it’s just a boring ritual—what’s the point?”
His voice was soft, but the live broadcast’s audio equipment was so sensitive that every word was transmitted perfectly.
The chat exploded.
“What the hell did I just hear?! He said getting up early to cook is self-comfort?!”
“I’m furious! I work so hard for my family, and in his eyes, it’s just a boring ritual? This guy’s values are seriously messed up!”
“This isn’t just laziness—it’s laziness mixed with malice! He does nothing himself but belittles others’ efforts! Disgusting!”
In the VIP room, the celebrity mothers and wealthy ladies all turned grim instantly.
They were exactly the kind of people Chen Yu had just insulted as “getting up early to cook for self-comfort.”
His words had undoubtedly included them all in the scolding.
“This man... is so arrogant!”
“Unreasonable! A complete man-child!”
...
The morning passed amid insults and Nian Nian’s quiet reading.
When the takeout arrived, Chen Yu ate with Nian Nian, then lay on the sofa playing with his phone.
The live audience had gone from anger to numbness, the chat now sparse and full of sympathy for Nian Nian.
Approaching noon.
Just when everyone thought Chen Yu would order takeout again, he sat up from the sofa and stretched.
“Nian Nian, what do you want to eat?”
Looking up from her book, Nian Nian’s bright eyes sparkled: “Daddy’s going to cook a big meal?”
“Of course.” Chen Yu smiled and walked into the kitchen that everyone had previously despised.
The live camera immediately followed.
All the viewers, including those in the VIP room, braced themselves with a “let’s see what tricks you can pull” attitude and refocused their attention.
Chen Yu opened the refrigerator again—this time, he didn’t close it.
His gaze swept over the dazzling ingredients.
Top-grade marbled Wagyu beef, live Australian lobster, freshly chilled East Star grouper, and a whole cleaned Sanhuang chicken...
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Methodically, he took each item out and arranged them neatly on the glass countertop.
Then, he pulled a Chinese cleaver from the knife rack.
At that moment, his aura transformed.
*Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!*
The sharp blade struck the cutting board.
A prime beef tenderloin was sliced swiftly into uniform thin pieces—each slice remarkably consistent in thickness.
Potatoes were shredded into hair-thin strips with a display of skill, soaking in water, each strand distinct.
A chicken was effortlessly broken down in three quick moves, bones separated cleanly and neatly.
The chat fell completely silent.
Then, the screen flooded with messages of astonishment.
“Holy crap! That knife work?! Am I seeing things?”
“This... this can’t be special effects, right? Is he really the number 4 husband? The same man who was too lazy to make breakfast?”
“No way! It must be fake! He probably secretly took a crash cooking course! No, even the teachers at that school aren’t this good!”
“My mom asked why I’m watching the livestream on my knees...”
In the VIP room, everyone’s jaws dropped in shock.
Gu Ningning’s mocking expression froze, replaced by disbelief.
Jiang Zhiyun was stunned too; a rare emotion named “shock” appeared in her usually cold eyes.
She had known Chen Yu for so long but never knew he had this talent!
She had always thought she ate at home because of her past!
What followed was the real show.
Heating the pan, pouring oil, Chen Yu’s movements flowed smoothly without a trace of waste.
Over high heat, green peppers and beef sizzled and rolled in the wok, the aroma seemingly bursting through the screen.
A glossy, fragrant dish of “Stir-fried Yellow Beef” was served.
Next, heating the oil again, shredded potatoes were tossed quickly, seasoned, and a crispy, tangy “Hot and Sour Shredded Potatoes” was completed.