When Tao Cheng returned home, he was 18:36。
Because he lived alone, Tao Cheng cooked for himself every day.
As soon as they got into position, their father, Tao Zhexuan, invited them to a video call.
Some people looked high and mighty on the surface, but in front of their own sons, they were chatterboxes.
For example, the God of Mathematics, Tao Zhexuan…
Some people looked unapproachable on the surface, but in front of his father, they became completely different.
For example, the sharp-tongued genius Tao Cheng…
"Cheng Cheng, how was the first day of school? Your mother misses you so much!"
"I feel pretty happy. I just don't know if they're happy…"
"Yes, you have to take care of your body when you're alone over there, but don't forget our agreement.”
"I know. It's not like you don't know your son's head. You can't forget it even if you want to.”
"Well, anyway…"
"Don't leave any regrets for your youth, right?”
"Hehe, it's within two months. Now, you have 81 days, 5 hours, 26 minutes, 38 seconds and 53 seconds left…Don't regret your youth.”
……
"Cheng Cheng, are you cooking now? It's been a long time since we two father and son competed in cooking. Do you want to compete?”
"Alright!"
In the next second, the father and son's eyes lit up and they moved at the same time.
Ordinary people relied on experience to cook, but this father and son pair was not…
They used mathematics, and they were accurate to the smallest number!
"Tomato scrambled eggs, two tomatoes! Two eggs! 2 chopped green onions!“
"1.55g of white sugar! 1.82ml of white vinegar…"
The two of them recited as they skillfully mixed various materials.
"Cut the tomatoes into 8 slices on average!”
"Crush the egg, add 0.83g of salt, 182ml of white vinegar, and stir for 40 seconds and 53 milliseconds!”
"Add oil to the hot pot and heat it to 61.8%. Add the egg mixture and stir-fry at 53.7% flame temperature for 120 seconds and 28 ms…"
“……”
The two of them chanted the incantation while operating the machine with precision…
The father and son's actions and words were almost identical.
Seeing this, Mother Tao shook her head and laughed. She was already used to this scene.
If she didn't know, she would have thought that the two of them were doing experiments.
……
Almost at the same time, the two of them sprinkled the scallions on their tomato scrambled eggs.
On the table!
The tomato scrambled eggs that had been precisely calculated were indeed beautiful in color and fragrance…
The father and son looked at each other in the video and smiled. Without saying anything, they continued to compete for the next dish.
……
Soon, a table full of fragrant dishes was served.
"Cheng Cheng, your control, eyesight, judgment, and calculation skills are getting stronger and stronger!”
"Likewise."
The two of them smiled in tacit understanding.
In fact, Tao Zhexuan knew that he had lost. Although the finished products were evenly matched, Tao Cheng's speed was clearly faster than his by a few tenths of a second…
Moreover, her control, which had always been inferior to his, was actually on par with his.
It seemed that he was still old!
Tao Zhexuan looked at his son with satisfaction. He didn't want to disturb his son's meal, so he hung up the phone after a few words.
……
At Fang Yifan's house.
"Wow, it smells so good. Mom, do you smell it?”
"What are you shouting for? Why don't you study hard? Look at your grades. You still have the mood to care about whether it's good or not. When Mom was young…"
"Mom, please don't say anymore. I can already recite it.”
"Then why don't you hurry up and study hard!”
"But this dish is too fragrant. I don't even have the mood to study…"
Listening to her son's complaints, Dong Wenjie, who was watching TV in the living room, also wrinkled her nose.
"It really smells good."
Even Fang Yuan, who was feeding the fish, was alarmed. She nodded.
"No wonder my son can't study seriously. It smells really good. His cooking skills should be even better than mine. I wonder which guy it is. I've never smelled it before.”
"No!"
Dong Wenjie jumped down from the sofa.
"I can't let him affect my son's studies!”
"Hey, look at you. It's none of your business to cook at home…"
Fang Yuan wanted to pull Dong Wenjie back, but it was too late.
Dong Wenjie had already walked out of the room following the fragrance…
Fang Yuan hurriedly chased after him.
Dong Wenjie had already knocked on the door of the neighbor directly across the street…
Tao Cheng, who was eating, saw Dong Wenjie knocking on the door through the anti-theft hole on the door.
What a coincidence!
He lived next to Fang Yifan's house.
Tao Cheng opened the door and looked at Dong Wenjie, who was smiling, and Fang Yuan, who was smiling and nodding behind him.
"You…you're the new neighbor?”
Tao Cheng nodded slightly, not knowing why Dong Wenjie was looking for him.
"Um…can I ask you for a favor?”
Dong Wenjie was a little embarrassed and rubbed her hands.
"Tell me."
"Can…can you not cook next time…It smells so good?"
Tao Cheng was slightly stunned. What kind of request was this?
Fang Yuan quickly pulled Dong Wenjie over and whispered,"Honey, how can you make such a rude request?”
"I want to! As long as it affects my son's college entrance examination, I have to help him clear the obstacles.”
Dong Wenjie did not give up and pushed Fang Yuan away. Her face was full of smiles again.
"Little brother, don't misunderstand. I know my request is rude and ridiculous.”
"But our son is in his third year of high school this year. The food you cook is too fragrant, so he doesn't have the mood to study, so I hope you can understand us.”
"Is that so? I'm also a senior this year."
“……”
Ding! Dong Wenjie's distress 10!
Dong Wenjie was speechless…
The voice outside the door made Fang Yifan, who was studying in the room, unable to sit still. He also ran out.
"Tao Cheng!"
The moment he saw Tao Cheng, Fang Yifan was overjoyed and shouted excitedly, scaring Dong Wenjie and Fang Yuan.
Dong Wenjie and Fang Yuan were dumbfounded at the same time.
"He's the super genius you told us about, Tao Cheng?”
Fang Yifan nodded his head heavily and then said excitedly to Tao Cheng,
"I didn't expect you to live near me. That's great. It turns out that your cooking is so good. Next time, you must let me taste your god-level cooking!”
"You don't have a chance."
"Why?"
Fang Yifan was dumbfounded. It was hard to understand what Brainiac said every time.
"Because your mom told me not to cook so well.”
Ding! Fang Yuan's negative emotions 5!
Ding! Dong Wenjie's distress 20!
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