Avery knew he was deceiving himself.
That robber not only stole his baby, but also her.
What's infuriating is that none of the methods he had come up with had succeeded; they had only managed to cause the robbers minor injuries.
Feeling down, everything looked the same to him. He flipped through the menu over and over but couldn't find many dishes he wanted to eat. Avery pulled back and sat down listlessly: "You order."
Ace loves meat, and there are many dishes with beef and mutton, but no fish. He asked curiously, "Aren't there any fish in the lake over there?"
Avery paused for a moment, then explained, "The fish in this lake are raised by me. They contain a deadly poison and are inedible. You want to eat fish?"
Ace: "Just asking."
Avery smiled, "That's good."
He hates eating fish, it's innate, but he really enjoys raising fish.
"I'll take you to see the sunrise over the lake tomorrow morning. It's beautiful, and we can feed the fish while we're at it. It's been a while since we've seen the No. 5."
"Um."
Ace ordered a dish of hot and sour shredded potatoes as a last dish, then handed the phone back, saying, "Okay." Avery took it, fiddled with it for a couple of seconds, then put it aside and suddenly asked an unrelated question: "Did she give you this name?"
Ace frowned: "Hmm."
"..." Avery's breath hitched. Couldn't this child say a few more words?
Is there any symbolic meaning?
Ace vaguely remembered: "Because my superpower is ice, which is expressed in another common language as ICE, and transliterated as Ace."
Avery smiled and said, "From now on, your name will be Ace Schuler."
......
"Young Master ordered a lot of dishes tonight. Did you not prepare them properly at noon?" Francis went out with the convoy to buy groceries at noon. Now, seeing the orders sent to his phone, his already reddish complexion turned even redder, like a persimmon.
If you were to ask who Francis cared about most, even his wife would probably have to take a backseat. As the confidante of Avery's mother, Francis's lifelong mission was to take good care of the young master's diet.
When he discovered that the young master might not have eaten a proper lunch, everyone in the kitchen was in for a lot of trouble.
Yes, it really is like shedding a layer of skin.
One of Francis's signature desserts is steamed buns. To ensure the buns are delicious, the entire process must be carried out in an oven-like room. After the buns are finished and sent to the oven, a layer of skin will peel off when the person comes out.
So when Francis said those words, everyone in the kitchen shuddered.
"Young Master ate lunch at the Chief's place, with his private chef. It has nothing to do with us."
"Yes, head chef. The private chefs prepare food according to the pregnant woman's taste, so the young master probably can't get used to it."
Francis's face darkened, turning as red as an eggplant. Unable to interfere with the leader's side, he remained silent for a moment before shouting, "Prepare all the ingredients for me. I'll come over and cook them myself later."
Fearing that the young master might not be able to wait, Francis did not wait until everything was finished before sending it over.
The first dish was delivered to Avery. As soon as he saw it was stir-fried beef, he knew it was Uncle Francis who made it. He happily put it on the table and pushed it in front of his son: "Try it. I've been eating Uncle Francis's cooking since I was a child."
Just as Ace picked up a piece and put it to his mouth, Avery couldn't wait to ask, "How is it? This is my favorite dish since I came here."
"It's alright." Ace picked up another piece.
As the next few dishes were served, seeing his son enjoying them, Avery also ate more. When he saw the hot and sour shredded potatoes, he picked up a piece, chewed it, and gradually frowned: "What is this? Is it undercooked?"
All the recipes Francis found after arriving on Earth were online. One netizen shared: "After shredding potatoes, wash them with water to remove the starch so they won't stick together and will be crispy."
But some people think it's not ripe.
"Have you never had shredded potatoes before?" Ace often eats them at home: "It's my mom's favorite dish."
Avery's displeasure instantly softened, and he grinned sheepishly, "Really? No wonder I found it special."
The young master, who had never known the meaning of saving, and his son finished the entire dish.
After eating his fill, Ace put down his chopsticks. There was still more than half a dish left on the table. Aifuli, wanting to make a good impression on his son, took the initiative to pour the leftover food into the waste bin. Ace quickly stopped him, saying, "These can still be eaten tomorrow morning, don't throw them away."
From birth, Ace was taught by Jiang Shu to cherish food. His mother told him that if he couldn't finish it, he shouldn't buy more, and even if he couldn't finish it himself, he shouldn't waste it.
"Just have Francis deliver it again tomorrow," Avery said, feeling even more distressed.
They must have suffered so much hardship outside.
Ace insisted: "No."
As a father, he had no choice but to comply.
Since we ate too much at night, we couldn't go for a walk. Right after dinner, Ace did exercises like planks and push-ups on the floor. After his muscles were activated, the boy's arms had the circumference of a man, and his shoulders looked much broader.
Avery lay on her side on the bed with her long legs crossed, looking down at him with eyes full of admiration.
After about an hour of anaerobic and aerobic exercise, Ace was sweating. He wiped his damp forehead and asked, "Can I take a shower here?"
Of course, the bathroom is included in the tent.
Water droplets cascaded down his lean, muscular body. There was a mirror on the wall. The boy looked up, pushed his hands up from his chin to his hairline, and stared at himself for a long time.
After he came out, he picked up his phone and sent a message to the editor of the pinned post: Mom, I've found my biological father.
I glanced at the time; it was 11 p.m.
They're probably asleep.
Jiang Shuyin did indeed go to bed early, which was rare for her. The Hangzhou Research Institute had finally developed a vaccine to fight the virus and had only been in vivo for observation for a month. Many people were afraid to get vaccinated, but in fact, this was already the HS-49 vaccine, which had a very high safety factor.
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