No, I think men are talented in cooking, but they are not as hard-working as women.

My mother only cooks a few special dishes, either stewing meat, making cabbage hand rolls, chopping cucumbers, or cutting beef. In short, she can cook porridge and noodles.

But my dad is busy and my mom basically cooks, so no matter how unpalatable her food is or how little variety she makes, we still have to eat it.

But my dad’s occasional cooking on weekends can bring different surprises.

The egg pancakes he spread were thin and crispy.

The stewed cabbage and pork are particularly delicious with rice.

Sometimes my mother doesn’t have the confidence to cook mutton soup at home in the winter, so she waits for my father to cook it when he is free, because she is afraid that she will spoil the mutton.

See, my mother admits that her cooking skills are slightly inferior to those of her father.

So I have always said that men are not only more talented than women in driving, but my husband is also better at cooking than me.

Although I often make it, as long as he has time, it is best to leave it to him, because in this way the ingredients can play their meaning.

My husband, boiled clams, boiled lobster, grilled chicken wings, everything.

My uncle also cooks better than my aunt.

My uncle's cooking is also better than my aunt's cooking.

In our family, except for my grandpa’s cooking, which is not as good as my grandma’s, men are basically better at cooking than women.

Especially the Xinjiang hand-picked rice and trousers noodles, which my uncle is good at, are really super delicious, even better than those made in restaurants.

But after I got married, I discovered that my father-in-law had no talent for cooking. Maybe he was spoiled, spoiled, lazy, and dependent on ready-made meals just like my grandfather.

In summary, dad's cooking does not necessarily taste bad, so I have a good dad.

Ha ha.

Just purple.