Chu Fang ignored everything and put the chicken wing in his mouth.

Salty, sweet, and heavy oyster sauce flavor, plus seemingly unlimited amounts of chicken bouillon... a mixture of various seasonings, creating... a lump of voluminous ...

"Ptooey!" He vomited immediately, his face twitching as he dry-heaved.

At that moment, the two pioneers also stopped, spat out their food, and ran towards the bathroom.

After vomiting in the bathroom for about ten minutes, the group collapsed onto the sofa, their lips dry and pale, their faces bluish, as if they had suffered food poisoning.

Chu Fang gasped for breath: "Zhong Rou, you lied to me!!!"

Zhong Rou was also panting: "Zhong Tingyue lied to me first."

Their gazes fell on the eldest daughter of the Zhong family. She sipped her water and said slowly, "I'm not lying to you, I think it tastes good."

"Then you still threw up."

"It's just physical discomfort, it has nothing to do with the taste."

“... ..."

The ultimate champion, Zhong Tingyue!

In the end, Chu Fang ordered takeout, and the three of them finally filled their stomachs. As for the three dishes, they had long since vanished into thin air.

After finishing her meal, Zhong Tingyue felt refreshed and stood up, supporting herself on the table with both hands: "Tonight's dinner was good, let's do it again tomorrow."

“... ..."

Chu Fang initially thought Zhong Tingyue was just joking, but he didn't expect her determination to be so remarkable. For the next few days, Zhong Tingyue cooked for him every night.

I vowed to learn how to cook, and I vowed to learn how to drive.

However—ideals are often grand, but reality is often harsh.

Zhong Tingyue had two wishes, but neither of them came true.

If you can't pass the driving test (Part 2), your cooking will be a mess.

"Brother-in-law, please persuade my sister." After several days of tasting the dishes, Zhong Rou's rosy cheeks turned pale.

Thinking back on the past few days, she felt as if she were in hell, unable to escape.

Chu Fang said, "Your sister has gone mad."

In any case, Chu Fang realized that if Zhong Tingyue's two wishes were not fulfilled, the family would never be able to return to its former peace.

As they were talking, Zhong Tingyue brought out the dishes and placed them on the table. While the other person was taking off their apron, the two looked at each other and secretly took out a similar dish from a corner and replaced it.

Zhong Tingyue turned around, her brows furrowing slightly: "What are you two messing around for? You've ruined the presentation of my dish; you can't even tell what it originally looked like."

"Hehe..." The two chuckled guiltily.

As she spoke, Zhong Tingyue took the lead in tasting the food she had made, put it in her mouth, took a deep breath, and showed an incredulous look. The two of them also enjoyed the food.

As she ate, Zhong Rou gave her a thumbs up and praised her: "Sister, the food you made is absolutely delicious! It looks and smells amazing! I haven't had such delicious food in so long!"

"Yes, yes." Chu Fang nodded repeatedly. "You don't need to cook anymore. You're already a master chef."

Zhong Tingyue frowned: "Can I learn to drive a car?"

"Not necessarily, the two are not the same thing after all." Chu Fang shook his head, then changed the subject: "But... I think you should have a deeper understanding."

Learning to drive and cooking are completely unrelated, but Zhong Tingyue inexplicably combined the two to practice that so-called "feel," which gave the two people in the family a real lesson.

If things don't change, they really won't be able to survive.

Therefore, I first nipped Zhong Tingyue's idea of ​​cooking in the bud, and then urged her to learn to drive. Anyway, it's better to sacrifice my friend than myself. I won't bother them, I'll just have to suffer myself.

As for the claim that Zhong Tingyue will never learn to drive, Chu Fang has his own explanation: the two are not two separate issues.

... ...

It was another morning. Chu Fang drew back the curtains, looked at the sunlight outside, and stretched.

I had a good meal last night, so I'm in a particularly good mood this morning.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Zhong Tingyue holding her phone and saying, "The instructor is on leave today, so we can't practice driving."

"We have a car, I'll take you to the suburbs to practice driving."

Zhong Tingyue nodded.

After breakfast, Chu Fang drove the Zhong sisters, Zhong Tingyue and Zhong Rou, to the outskirts of Shanghai. He chose a spacious open space where Zhong Tingyue could do whatever she wanted. The surrounding area was muddy, so there was no need to worry about vehicles passing by.

Zhong Tingyue sat in the driver's seat, turning the steering wheel and driving the car. Chu Fang sat in the passenger seat, gently instructing her on how to drive, while Zhong Rou directed Zhong Tingyue from below.

It has to be said that driving does seem to require a certain talent. Not much, but not everyone has it, just like Zhong Tingyue right now.

Even with Chu Fang's meticulous instruction, and his eagerness to drive himself, Zhong Tingyue still couldn't quite get the balance right, constantly making mistakes, even—

He pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, and the car sped off the open ground, flew into the mud, and got stuck.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and looked at Chu Fang: "I'm so stupid, I still can't do it."

At this moment, a hint of pitifulness appeared on Zhong Tingyue's usually aloof face, causing Chu Fang to feel a pang of heartache.

These past few days, Zhong Tingyue has been working, cooking, and watching driving lessons, which has exhausted her. Her gentle eyes now show signs of disappointment and weariness.

Chu Fang was at a loss for what to do.

He couldn't learn this stuff, so he just wanted to transfer the knowledge in his head to the other person's head, but unfortunately, he didn't have the technology.

"Oh, it doesn't matter." Chu Fang looked around and saw that there was no one there, only muddy ground. He waved his hand and said, "Don't think about those skills or knowledge. Just step on the gas and swerve the steering wheel randomly."

Is it useful?

“It’s no use,” Chu Fang said. “It’s just to let you vent your emotions. Anyway, the tires are stuck in the mud, so you can’t drive fast.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue stepped on the gas, the engine roared, the tires spun, and the car slowly moved through the mud at a very slow speed. But Zhong Tingyue seemed extremely happy, randomly turning the steering wheel and stepping on the gas, instantly feeling the sensation of the car moving.

"Hey, Chu Fang, I really want to feel that 'car sensation'!" Zhong Tingyue suddenly realized and exclaimed.

Upon hearing this, Chu Fang perked up: "Good, very good. Keep that feeling, relax, don't restrain yourself."

A Cadillac was seen driving at a visible speed across a wide expanse of mud, its tires spinning so fast that mud was splashed directly onto the car body, doors, exterior, bumpers, windows... all covered in mud.

A Cadillac worth millions was soon covered in mud.

Zhong Rou ate snacks, staring at the car in the mud, and muttered to herself, "She's gone mad, my sister's gone crazy!!!"

Someone walked by, looked at the car, scratched their head, and looked completely confused.

The car kept spinning in the mud until the last bit of fuel in the tank disappeared, at which point the rampaging Cadillac finally came to a stop.

Chu Fang breathed a sigh of relief; he felt like he was flying as he sat in the passenger seat.

Zhong Tingyue's clear voice contained obvious joy: "Chu Fang, I think I understand."

"Got it?"

“Hmm,” Zhong Tingyue said, “At driving school, I was always very careful and followed the instructor’s instructions, not daring to use too much force, but today I think I know how the car works.”

Chu Fang nodded: "That's good, then pay up."

"Pay back?"

He looked at his beloved car, which was in a terrible state, as if it had just been to a battlefield, and said slowly, "This car is totaled."

High cost of learning to drive.