Yang Chen was all set to learn from Gao Zhenggen, but was taken aback when he heard Gao Zhenggen speak.
Gao Zhenggen continued, "You married a daughter of the Ye family, so you'll enjoy wealth and honor for life. Why bother learning to cook? Right? Don't make trouble for yourself! Even if you learn, you won't need it, and it'd be a waste to let the skill go to waste!"
Yang Chen frowned, "Old Gao, I don't think any profession is higher or lower. Be it a chef or any other field, everyone is equal, making a living through their skills."
Gao Zhenggen paused in his chess play and looked at Master Ye.
Master Ye just smiled faintly without saying anything.
Gao Zhenggen stood up and looked at Yang Chen.
This allowed Yang Chen to see Gao Zhenggen's face clearly.
The elder in front of him seemed to be in his eighties or nineties, his face full of wrinkles, hair silver, his eyes somewhat cloudy but still full of spirit.
