Having finally realized that the chef couldn't understand him, and seeing Ye Zhiwei's confused look, Jiang Jianian slowed down and explained it again.

The chef immediately called Ye Zhiwei over.

Ye Zhiwei, who had originally planned to steal some snacks and slip away quickly, took a deep breath and had to say goodbye to Jiang Jianian.

"Uncle, you're so eager to learn. At your age, did you switch from cooking to molecular physics in school?" Ye Zhiwei greeted him awkwardly while secretly stuffing a strawberry into her mouth.

The middle-aged man straightened his chef's hat and coughed. "No, miss, Xiao Jiang is teaching me how to cook."

Ye Zhiwei: ? ? ?

So why would their chef, whom they poached from a five-star hotel, need a high school senior like Jiang Jianian, who has never cooked before, to teach him how to cook?

The chef noticed Ye Zhiwei's confusion. He felt that if even his young lady didn't quite understand something, it wasn't so shameful for him not to understand it either. He coughed and told Ye Zhiwei, "Xiao Jiang is teaching me how to use scientific methods to understand the physical or chemical changes and principles of food molecules, and then use this kind of data to recreate food."

Ye Zhiwei: It sounds very profound, beyond her comprehension.

"Oh, I see." Ye Zhiwei looked at the chef and nodded, pretending to listen attentively.

However, in private, she had already reached out her wicked little hand to the strawberries that Jiang Jianian was going to use for the experiment, but she couldn't touch the fruit plate full of strawberries. She could only feel empty air and search around helplessly.

Jiang Jianian noticed Ye Zhiwei's little actions and took a strawberry from the fruit plate, placing it in Ye Zhiwei's small hand.

Ye Zhiwei's eyes lit up, but then she was puzzled. How did strawberries suddenly appear in her hand?

She turned her head and saw Jiang Jianian standing next to the strawberry fruit platter, looking at her.

The scene of being caught stealing strawberries.

Ye Zhiwei could only turn her head back, pretending nothing had happened, stuff the strawberry into her mouth, and continue to answer the chef: "It seems really amazing, Uncle. You should learn it quickly. Maybe you can break through the traditional cuisine and open up a bright new future."

Jiang Jianian looked at Ye Zhiwei with a half-smile, knowing that Ye Zhiwei was completely distracted. But when the chef couldn't continue speaking, he added casually, "Ye Zhiwei, the strawberries you stole can be made into molecular ice cream with tiny ice crystals using liquid nitrogen."

“Yes, that’s right, that’s exactly it,” the chef added.

Miss Ye, who was suddenly called out by the male lead, immediately focused her attention and commented seriously: "Hmm... I still don't quite understand, but it sounds delicious."

"Miss, would you like to listen together?"

Ye Zhiwei made a crisp and cruel refusal, saying with a regretful tone, "Uncle, although I would like to study with you, I am a senior in high school. I am different from this top student who was admitted through special admission. I still have to go back to do my homework, so I... will take my leave first!"

Compared to listening to things she couldn't understand at all and being unilaterally humiliated by a genius like Jiang Jianian, Ye Zhiwei felt that going back to do her homework didn't seem so painful.

She quickly stole another strawberry and popped it into her mouth, then turned around, already wanting to fly back to her room.

She had only taken a few steps before Jiang Jianian suddenly called out to her, "Ye Zhiwei."

Ye Zhiwei stopped in her tracks, turned around dejectedly, and asked heavily, "What's wrong? Is there something you need me to do?"

Dude, I really don't understand any of this stuff! QAQ