This was a remarkable comeback; the two were vastly different in skill, yet the winner was still able to win, drawing cheers from the audience.
Fang Rong didn't care. He was in a great mood after receiving the thousand yuan. He planned to buy some delicious food to bring to Fang Hua, who had been training countless times lately.
It's not easy to not even slack off.
When he returned, he was followed and seemed very interested in his mecha, since it seemed unlikely that it could move and run when it was out of power.
In fact, it was just his superpower at work; mechs are also a type of object, and one that he can control.
As Fang Rong walked, he suddenly smelled a delicious aroma. Being a chef, he was particularly sensitive to fragrances and couldn't help but follow it.
It turned out to be a small courtyard in the city. It shouldn't be so quiet here, given how lively it was in front.
Fang Rong climbed over the wall. Oh dear, when did she develop the habit of casually climbing over other people's walls, just like Fang Hua?
But since we're already inside, it doesn't seem to make much difference to knock on the door again after we leave, and we'd be risking being rejected when we share.
This small courtyard isn't big, but it's filled with all sorts of vegetables and has a few fat chickens. Judging from their running posture, they're incredibly healthy. I wonder who enjoys this little courtyard in the city all to themselves.
Fang Rong picked a few leeks and scallions. These two vegetables grow the fastest. If you plant them today, they will be ready in a couple of days. There shouldn't be any major problems. However, it was a bit embarrassing to pull up someone else's leeks for no reason.
Seeing that the owner was also a food lover, he simply brought over a bowl of rice after it was cooked.
He could smell the aroma just now, and if he wasn't mistaken, it was fish soup. It was slightly fishy, and the flavor wasn't handled well. If he had made it, it probably would have tasted better.
Why don't we help him?
Fang Rong cautiously approached the kitchen and hid under a tree in the middle of the yard.
In the kitchen, an elderly man with half-black hair was lecturing his grandson, "You, you just don't know how to be flexible. I tell you to get closer to other people your age, but you just won't."
The man was wearing a military uniform. At first glance, it didn't seem like much, but upon closer inspection, it turned out he was from the military academy next door.
teacher?
Are they still students?
You can't tell from the back; you have to turn it to the front to see the name tag to confirm.
"Grandpa, I'm all grown up now, and I know what I'm doing."
"You always say that, 'You know your limits.'" The old man gasped for breath. "You're in charge of this Federal Assembly, so don't mess it up."
"Don't worry, Grandpa." The young man put down his hat and added firewood to the pot.
They actually use the oldest method of cooking with firewood. With today's advanced technology, many people don't know that food cooked with firewood is the most fragrant, carrying the aroma of firewood.
However, this method is very wasteful of timber. Given the current state of nature, indiscriminate logging is punishable by death, so this family must be either very wealthy or powerful.
What kind of talk is eavesdropping? I just wanted to add a little seasoning to repay a debt of gratitude and then leave. You guys stop talking!
Fang Rong and others were getting impatient.
However, he also learned that this person was actually the director of this Federal Assembly, at the same level as Meng Xiuyuan.
With the war situation so tense, it's the perfect time to upgrade. There are hundreds of colonels and generals, especially in the capital, where they're practically worthless.
The two finished their conversation, one turned to chop scallions, and the other bent down to light the firewood. With the pot lid wide open, it was the perfect time to strike.
Fang Rong pointed, and bottles and jars flew up as he poured seasonings into the pot. He was very accurate and knew how it would taste without even tasting it.
Some people are like that; when faced with something they're good at, they can understand and master it instantly, regardless of how long it takes. Although he's only been learning for a few months, Fang Rong's skills are definitely no weaker than those of a master chef.
He can even cut vegetables on tofu; who else can do that?
Actually, he cheated. He has superpowers, so his control over them is definitely top-notch. He can cut vegetables on tofu, or even in mid-air without any problem.
He finally repaid his debt of gratitude and breathed a sigh of relief. He shouldn't have been so impulsive just now. (＃－.－)
My legs were numb from squatting so long before I finally found an opportunity.
The old man put the chopped scallions into the pot, and then scooped out a spoonful to taste them.
"Huh?" He was quite surprised. "The taste is actually pretty good today."
"Really?" The young man dusted off his hat, stood up, and scooped up a spoonful of dust as well. "It's really good, Grandpa, you've improved."
The old man laughed heartily, "I don't think it's my fault."
Fang Rong's heart skipped a beat; she had been discovered.
"I was just trying to comfort Grandpa." The young man put his hat on. "Since you're here, why not come out and move around?"
Fang Rong was unwilling, but both of them were superhumans. It was a pity he hadn't realized it at first, otherwise he wouldn't have repaid the favor. Superhumans are still missing a few vegetables, and the vegetables would have grown back in just a few days.
The most embarrassing thing is that they were exposed immediately; they have no self-awareness whatsoever.
I was just stealing some vegetables, and then I left.
"Cough cough, I'm not feeling well today, so I won't be going out. You guys chat, I'll be going now." Fang Rong took a step back and turned to slip away.
He had only taken two steps when a current surged from the ground, hissing as it electrified him, causing his legs to go weak and him to involuntarily kneel down.
"Here you go. I only stole a few vegetables, please let me go." Fang Rong put the vegetables on the ground, raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, "I really didn't mean any harm. I just came over because of the aroma, and when I accidentally saw so many vegetables, I couldn't help but pick a few. I felt a little bad about it, so I just added some seasoning for you."
"You've all tasted it; if I wanted to poison you, you would have died long ago."
The young man and the old man exchanged a smile. "We mean no harm. We just wanted to ask if you would like to work here. We offer three meals a day, room and board included, and you name your monthly salary."
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