Chapter 42
"Linling stew! Stew! Stew or copper hot pot! You choose one!"
Zheng Qiuji had already started yelling, but Chu Zhongyuan slapped him away and even wiped his hands in disgust.
Zheng Qiuji gave him a blank look, somersaulted into the refrigerator in the living room and started looking for popsicles.
He was only wearing a single layer of clothing, and in the indoor temperature of 24 or 25 degrees, he even had the heart to eat a popsicle.
"Xiao Ming, do you want to eat anything? Come and try my cooking."
Chu Zhongyuan slapped Zheng Qiuji in the face, then turned around and walked towards Gu Qingming with a smile.
Gu Qingming was still in a daze in the cold and hadn't reacted yet. After all, his supernatural power was to control the wind, and he had never seen such strong winds before. After a while, he uttered two words: "All, all is fine."
Chu Zhongyuan smiled bitterly: "All is possible, but it's the most difficult."
With the help of the old stove in Lin Ling's hometown, Chu Zhongyuan showed off his skills and demonstrated his excellent level to his three colleagues in the same group.
The sauerkraut was bought from our neighbor Uncle Zhang. The uncle is always enthusiastic and today when he saw Chu Zhongyuan wanted to pick up his classmates, he volunteered to drive a tricycle to pick them up. When Chu Zhongyuan bought the sauerkraut, he was even more generous and wanted to give Chu Zhongyuan several bags at a price that was almost free, but Chu Zhongyuan stuffed the money into his pockets.
The sauerkraut pickled by the people of Linling, the sliced pork belly with alternating fat and lean parts, and the classic vermicelli were all simmered in the pot. Before the meal started, Gu Qingming and the other two, who were lying on the carpet in the living room, could smell the rich aroma.
Chu Zhongyuan cut the blood sausage and arranged it on the plate casually but beautifully. His movements were extremely skillful. After all, when his parents divorced when he was young and his grandparents were old, he had no choice but to cook for himself or eat at other people's houses in the village.
When he went to Lantai No. 1 Middle School in Lantai City, Chu Zhongyuan was the only one who cared about his food.
When Chu Zhen and Cui Xue divorced, they left a house in the school district of Lantai No. 1 Middle School for Chu Zhongyuan. As the last bit of kindness that parents showed to their child, they then went their separate ways to start families and careers, completely ignoring the non-existence of Chu Zhongyuan as a burden.
On Saturdays and Sundays, when the boarding students leave school and Chu Zhongyuan sees his roommates being picked up, he sometimes returns to that cold and deserted home to make himself something delicious to fill his stomach as a consolation.
He didn't feel lonely, because in a sense it was a blessing for him to be away from those two extremely unstable people who were fighting each other with blood on their faces.
After all, the love of his parents that Gu Qingming missed so much seemed to be something Chu Zhongyuan never had.
"Bang!"
Today is Zheng Qiuji's eighteenth birthday. He missed a year of school and is stuck in an awkward position. He has been the first to experience the feeling of adulthood for the other brothers in the Quan Yi Neng Society.
But even though it was his 18th birthday, he didn't dare to open the wine. He just opened two bottles of Dayao and shouted, "We won't go home until we're drunk tonight!"
"Amazing, awesome! Even Dayao can make you drunk."
Luo Dong was speaking in a weird tone, but there was an obvious smile on his face.
"Yes, birthday cake."
The birthday presents of the three people were neatly arranged in the room. Gu Qingming took out a perfect cake protected by foam, which was shared by the three of them, from the suitcase. From morning till now, the cream on the cake had melted a lot, and the shape was crooked, but it did not prevent Zheng Qiuji from recognizing that it was an ancient scroll with exquisite shape. The two words "The Analects of Confucius" written in caramel looked extremely beautiful.
"And the candles—"
Chu Zhongyuan, who had finished arranging the dishes, was serving the gada soup. He came over, picked up the candle, and pretended to put it on Zheng Qiuji's head and light it.
Zheng Qiuji waved his hand and took two steps back, then took out four walkie-talkies from his pocket like magic.
"Hey, I have a gift for you too!"
Zheng Qiuji raised his eyebrows and smiled with a pointed face like a monkey on Mount Emei.
"Oh? That's strange. Why is the birthday boy giving us gifts?"
Luo Dong teased him a few words.
"Hehe, this is not an ordinary walkie-talkie."
Zheng Qiuji deliberately hummed mysteriously. Considering that today was his birthday, the other three responded in a half-perfunctory and serious manner.
"Oh - what kind of intercom is this then?"
Especially Gu Qingming, who was the most serious on weekdays. Even his reading sounded like a question with rigorous wording and sentence structure, which made Zheng Qiuji almost think that he was answering the other party's questions in a serious defense.
"It's simple. I stole this from Cao Sheng. It's the latest mysterious technology developed by the people at CPA Public Transport College."
Zheng Qiuji distributed the intercom to everyone, and the intelligent system instantly completed the entry of the owner's identity by analyzing the en factor breath.
"The app's functions sometimes don't work when there's no signal or network, but these walkie-talkies are different," Zheng Qiuji sat down, took a sip of iced Dayao, and shouted in satisfaction.
As if that wasn’t enough, he grabbed a few frozen pears from the snow outside and used them as an after-dinner dessert smoothie.
Crouching in a warm room at 23 or 24 degrees in the heavy snow, looking at the white snow outside the window, eating copper hot pot and drinking iced soda, there is no fighting, no Ceope, no mystery. This is really one of the most beautiful youth moments Zheng Qiuji has ever experienced.
"These walkie-talkies have been entered with APP data by the Public Transport College. They also have most of the functions that the APP has. Moreover, no matter where they are, as long as there is a mysterious existence, they can communicate with each other. There is no distance limit, which is generally much more convenient."
After Zheng Qiuji came back, he listed all the benefits of walkie-talkies in one breath, like a salesman madly promoting his own products.
But the other three knew what these features meant.
This means that they will carry a CPA APP with them, with unlimited data and no network interruption.
The CPA APP does have a satellite reporting function, but everyone present has seen many of CPA's declassified mission files. In some remote secret realms, or secret realms with too high a mystery value, even the satellite reporting function will fail. The Heshu Town Secret Realm is not very mysterious because of He Bo's suppression, but after all, most of the owners of the secret realms are not as reasonable as He Bo, the patron god of a region.
Although the interface of the walkie-talkie is not as clear as that of a mobile phone, it is enough to see the text in the database clearly.
“It’s really amazing.”
Luo Dong had previously researched and learned about various outdoor products. With the help of the mysterious factor, the mysterious technology seemed to have developed to a level he had never imagined.
Zheng Qiuji nodded proudly, stuffed a big mouthful of pork belly and sauerkraut into his mouth, and was surprised by the taste that was fat but not greasy. He gave Chu Zhongyuan a thumbs up.
"Chef Chu, I will call you Chef Chu from now on, the legend of the class."
Luo Dong also gave a very high evaluation. Chu Zhongyuan's cooking skills were very good. The meat slices were thin and tasty, with alternating fat and lean meat. Coupled with the atmosphere of winter, Luo Dong felt that he had never eaten such a delicious stew before.
“Good ingredients, good ingredients.”
Chu Zhongyuan smiled from ear to ear and spoke modestly. He turned his gaze to Gu Qingming, his grey eyes filled with expectation.
“Mm, it’s delicious.”
Gu Qingming pondered for a moment, as if thinking about how to express his praise in words, but after thinking for a long time, the only things in his mind were the special terms used in the Chinese language test. In the end, he just uttered these four words simply and solemnly.
But to Chu Zhongyuan, these four words seemed much more exaggerated than the other two's lengthy speeches. The boy's eyebrows curved, and the coldness that usually came with his willow-leaf eyes disappeared, leaving only... a somewhat silly smile.
Gu Qingming could almost see a satisfied cat's tail wagging behind Chu Zhongyuan.
I feel... a little cute?
Cat-obsessed Gu Qingming thought uncertainly because of the hallucination.
They clinked their glasses against the wall, and the sound of ice cubes hitting each other was like the echo of youth many years later. The hot steam from the copper hot pot spread in the room, flowing over the thin clothes of the young men and rushing to the cold window wall.
Ice flowers carrying the ancient chill of this land spread outside the window, heavy snow was falling sparsely, and in the ancient mountains in the distance, the sound of wind whistling like a wolf's howl passed by.
No one noticed that a petite white shadow flashed past the chained gate.
Indoors, the nights in the northeast were not cold. The next day, when Gu Qingming sat up from the bed, he even felt himself sweating slightly.
He washed up, put on several layers of clothes, and wrapped himself tightly before he dared to push open the creaking wooden door.
The snow had stopped at some point, the sun had moved to the east, and it was already bright. Luo Dong and Zheng Qiuji were practicing physical skills in the snowy yard. The snow was thick enough to protect them from getting hurt if they accidentally fell.
Gu Qingming felt itchy when he saw two people practicing physical skills, so he walked over and asked, "Want to spar?"
Luo Dong and Zheng Qiuji shook their heads like dice, and their necks were already groaning.
Physical skills are one of the compulsory subjects for psychics, and can be regarded as the second most important life-saving skill besides their superpowers. Whether fighting against a mysterious enemy or a wandering psychic organization, good physical skills will bring a higher survival rate for the psychic.
Before in Lantai No. 1 Middle School, Cao Sheng had taught physical training to several people. Cao Sheng's physical training was impeccable. As a CPA specialist who once worked in the Forbidden City Headquarters, he only made a light move, and the other three were knocked to the ground before they could even see Boss Cao's moves clearly.
The bright red en factor light spot didn't even appear behind Cao Sheng.
Only Gu Qingming was able to rely on his physical instincts and the practical skills taught by his mother to fight with Cao Sheng for dozens of rounds before being knocked to the ground.
"Not bad, really good."
Cao Sheng felt emotional when he looked at Gu Qingming, whose every move was influenced by Gu Nanfeng.
Perhaps Gu Nanfeng had been preparing for this disappearance even earlier. Not only did he find his three friends, Lu Ze, and Fox Mask, to help take care of their younger generations, he also prepared for the worst and taught Gu Qingming close combat awareness since he was a child.
Maybe Gu Nanfeng...had known for a long time that Gu Qingming would have to join CPA sooner or later and face the same terrifying existences that she faced.
Gu Qingming obviously understood, and he did not abandon his mother's guidance. Instead, he remembered those skills clearly and was even able to learn from Cao Sheng.
If this news were to reach the Forbidden City headquarters, few would probably believe that a 17-year-old child could actually hold his own against the notorious new space monarch, the humanoid disaster Cao Sheng, in terms of physical skills, even for just a moment.
Apart from Sister Nanfeng back then, Cao Sheng had never seen a non-melee wind-type psychic who could fight with him like this.
Cao Sheng's attitude indirectly reflects Gu Qingming's ability. Faced with the opponent's unfathomable physical skills, Luo Dong and Zheng Qiuji would never be able to practice against this physical monster.
"Ah, what a pity."
Gu Qingming looked heartbroken, but there was a smile on the corners of his brows, and it was obvious that he had no good intentions just now.
Zheng Qiuji covered his face. He actually saw a trace of Chu Zhongyuan's shadow on the innocent face of little Gu. He deserved to be beaten.
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