Nightclubs are not as complicated as people imagine, but they are not simple either. They are a mixed bag, and ordinary people inevitably have to "pay tuition" when they come here.
Chu Fang paid the bill for the group and then prepared to leave.
Fu Xiangyu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Brother Chu Fang."
"Is there anything else?" Chu Fang turned around.
We'd like to treat you to a meal.
"Never mind." He smiled. "I'm in a hurry to pick up my girlfriend. Let's do it another day."
After saying that, he asked Ren Feiping to take care of the group, and then left the bar.
As she watched that figure disappear from sight, Fu Xiangyu's eyes were filled with a sense of frustration and loss.
"Rich and handsome, he's the epitome of a man. I should have pursued him relentlessly. But who would have thought he'd fall for another man so quickly?"
"Sigh! Why do all the good things in the world never seem to come my way?"
"yes... ..."
“... ..."
Chu Fang didn't understand what the others were saying, and drove to the driving school.
Zhong Tingyue walked out slowly, carrying a small bag. Her delicate face was full of disappointment, and her clear eyes had lost their former luster.
After the other person got into the car, Chu Fang drove home without showing any signs of distress or asking any questions.
Zhong Tingyue gazed at the scenery outside the window, then her eyes fell on Chu Fang's driving skills, carefully observing how her boyfriend drove.
She doesn't understand!
Although I am not naturally intelligent, I am not stupid either. I was admitted to a key university with excellent grades.
But... why can't I even pass the second part of the driving test?
Chu Fang naturally noticed his girlfriend's gaze and tentatively asked, "Why don't we stop learning?"
"No!" Zhong Tingyue's clear voice was filled with determination.
At this point, learning to drive is no longer about learning life skills, but has become a tool to test one's intelligence.
She needs to find an explanation for her low IQ.
"..." Chu Fang remained silent for a moment, then told his girlfriend everything he had just discussed with Ren Feiping: "Driving requires a 'feel' for the car, and that 'feel' isn't just cold, hard data, but rather an understanding of the car. Like... ...um... ..."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "It's like how you think about cooking. It's not simply about adding 'a spoonful' or 'a gram' of seasoning; it's about using your sense of touch to create the most delicious food. That's also a feeling, and the two have similarities..."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue frowned, lost in deep thought, and then her eyes sparkled as if she had come up with a good idea.
Chu Fang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his girlfriend smile.
These past few days, Zhong Tingyue has been obsessed with learning to drive; all she needs to do now is understand.
It was already night when I got home.
Chu Fang was about to wash his hands and cook when Zhong Tingyue immediately stopped him: "Let me do it."
Chu Fang tilted his head: ?
“I’ll cook tonight, and you can supervise Zhong Rou’s homework.” Zhong Tingyue rolled up her sleeves, revealing her delicate, smooth, and rosy arms.
At this moment, Chu Fang recalled what had been said in the car.
Does this woman think that cooking can help her develop a "feel" for driving?
He asked, and to his surprise, Zhong Tingyue replied crisply, "Yes!"
Genius! ... Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth, and was about to stop the other party when Zhong Tingyue directly chased him out of the kitchen, saying, "You two are going to enjoy a rare delicacy."
He stood at the door, 'reluctantly' saying, 'Isn't that a bit inappropriate?'
Zhong Tingyue immediately closed the kitchen door.
“Brother-in-law…” Zhong Rou walked to his side, looking at the scene before her, completely bewildered.
"Hmm..." Chu Fang thought for a moment, "Little sister, is your sister a good cook?"
"As long as you don't follow the recipe, the taste is pretty much the same."
"What if we don't follow the recipe?"
Zhong Rou stroked her chin and replied, "Each has its own merits."
“... ..."
About an hour later, the lights illuminated the entire room.
At this moment, Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, and Zhong Rou sat at the table, their six eyes fixed on the three dishes on it: cola chicken wings, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and stir-fried celery with dried tofu—very simple home-style dishes.
Joy appeared on Zhong Tingyue's face as she looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction. The cooking time was just right, and all three dishes were steaming hot.
She is also capable of cooking, and all her dishes are delicious and rare to find.
"Eat, eat, eat! It tastes great." Zhong Tingyue picked up a chicken wing for the two of them; it was a bright red color.
Chu Fang asked, "Have you eaten it?"
"No," Zhong Tingyue said. "The good stuff should naturally be eaten by you two first."
"Brother-in-law, you eat first." Zhong Rou's eyes darted around, and she put the chicken wings from her bowl into Chu Fang's bowl.
“I’m your brother-in-law, I should let you have it, you eat first.” Chu Fang put the food back on the plate.
"You're always so good to me, so I should respect you when I find something good." He put it back.
The two pushed and shoved each other in front of Zhong Tingyue, whose face darkened: "You two don't trust me."
Chu Fang said, "No, I'm letting my younger sister have her way."
Zhong Rou said, "Sister, you can always trust me."
As they talked, they placed the chicken wings from their bowls into Zhong Tingyue's bowl. After glancing at each other, they said in unison, "You eat first."
"I'll eat it, but you two can forget about eating my cooking." Zhong Tingyue picked up a chicken wing, put it in her mouth, raised her eyebrows, revealing a surprised expression, and then chewed the chicken wing slowly, as if savoring it. A slight smile appeared on her lips. After chewing several times, she swallowed it.
Then a smug look appeared on her flushed face as she glanced at the two of them and said, "Hmph!"
Seeing this, Chu Fang and Zhong Rou looked at each other, their eyes meeting.
The way your sister looked, did it really taste that good?
I don't know either, brother-in-law, you should try it.
You taste it.
You are my brother-in-law.
I'll give you fifty.
make a deal!
For the sake of money, Zhong Rou picked up a chicken wing, put it in her mouth, and then a look of surprise appeared on her face, as if it was very different from what she had expected.
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