Only then did Meng Fei discover a problem. Xiao Han looks like a good wife and mother, but she actually doesn't know how to cook.
She is the kind of woman who can learn anything well if she studies hard. For example, after entering Scarab Bank, he learned sales and financial management, and after arriving in another department, he learned how to kill under Lao Li.
But she never had the chance to learn how to cook.
When I was in a mental hospital, I couldn't cook for myself. When I went to the bank, I worked overtime every day and had no chance to cook for myself. In Moon Hall, there are restaurants where you don’t need to cook your own food.
But it’s too late to learn now.
"Do you want my help?"
Seeing her busy around alone, Meng Fei felt a little sorry.
"No, no, no, Brother Meng, go and rest."
Xiao Han pushed him directly back to the sofa.
After a while, Meng Fei saw a pillar of fire rising from the pot to the ceiling. He activated the micro-control and jumped up, first turned off the gas, and then closed the pot lid.
The flame turned into a black smoke, billowing out from under the transparent pot lid and spreading towards the white ceiling and walls.
"It should be that the oil temperature is too high, causing it to boil. Then the boiling oil vapor and air mix and start burning."
Xiao Han sheepishly wiped his slightly blackened face and summed up the lessons learned from his failure.
“You need to put the potatoes in before the oil reaches the boiling point!”
The description of the recipe was obviously not as precise as the experimental steps Suzaku taught her. For example, the "70%" of "heat the oil until it is 70% hot" was difficult for her to understand.
"Well, maybe you're right."
Meng Fei could only nod, then searched the room for the location of the fire extinguisher, and carefully retreated to the sofa.
Half an hour later, the fragrant braised beef brisket with potatoes was already placed in a glass plate on the table, as shiny and translucent as a plate of amber. Xiao Han did learn quickly.
The steamed seabass was also a success. The onion, ginger, and garlic slices neatly arranged in the belly of the fish and the cooking wine poured over it perfectly eliminate the fishy smell of the fish, leaving only the fragrant aroma brought by the jade-like meat.
Although another plate of tomato scrambled eggs is a very simple dish, the combination of red and yellow colors brings a warm feeling to the somewhat cold light green tablecloth.
Meng Fei, who had been eating instant noodles and rice balls for several days, had a huge appetite and ate two bowls of rice in a row. The three dishes were also swept away by the two of them in a silent fight.
The soaring blood sugar after lunch brought heavy drowsiness, and Meng Fei yawned.
"Brother Meng, you can go take a nap and I'll take care of it."
Xiao Han has put on the yellow apron and plastic gloves again.
Meng Fei was about to go back to the sofa to sleep when Xiao Han pointed to the bed and said, "You might as well sleep on the bed. Anyway, I don't have the habit of taking a nap."
"good!"
The bed was made spotlessly clean by Xiao Han, as neat as a piece of calm water. Meng Fei lay down in a deep sleep, feeling as if he was sinking into water.
He fell asleep almost as soon as he hit the pillow. Xiao Han pulled the quilt over to cover him, and then went to clean the dining table.
I don’t know how long it took. ten minutes? twenty minutes? Meng Fei was still dreaming when he suddenly heard a burst of ethereal and distant music coming from some kind of Western flute.
This music sounds a bit familiar.
Meng Fei's sleepiness was swept away and he simply sat up. Because he realized that this was not his cell phone ringtone, but Zhang Feng's cell phone ringtone!
Zhang Feng's mobile phone was completely copied by Li Mu and kept at Meng Fei's place waiting for help.
If the murderer cannot determine Zhang Feng's life or death, it is obviously safer to call Zhang Feng than to go directly to his door and surrender.
Of course, this phone had already been hacked by Meng Fei. If the other party uses that encryption method again this time, he may not be able to trace the source.
So he has been waiting for this call in his dreams!
state!
When he suddenly sat up, Xiao Han happened to lean over, and their faces collided hard. Xiao Han ducked back like an electric shock, then took a step forward and reached out to touch Meng Fei's forehead:
"Brother Meng, did I hurt you? I just heard Zhang Feng's cell phone ringing, and I was wondering whether to wake you up."
"I'm okay, are you okay?"
"it's okay no problem."
Xiao Han takes Zhang Feng
The phone was handed to him.
Incoming calls, the key is to see if the call is from a stranger!
Chen Han would immediately receive an alert from Mu Entang and start tracking. The longer his call lasts, the greater the chance that Chen Han will eventually get to the real source.
"This number is an overseas number, please be careful to avoid fraud."
The first thing Meng Fei saw was not the caller's number, but the prompt that popped up on the screen. This time the murderer didn't use a virtual number, but used an overseas call?
But whether it is a domestic virtual number or a real overseas call, it may be achieved using some kind of technical method to prevent tracking.
The key still depends on whether Chen Han and the others can track the true location of the caller.
Meng Fei answered the phone. Unexpectedly, he heard a series of raps on the phone.
His Taotie language is average. There is no problem in reading some technical documents, but it is very difficult to understand what is being said, and it is even more troublesome to speak.
When the other party started chattering a lot, Meng Fei finally decided to break the rules and spit out a pure Qingmang language: "Who are you?"
In fact, he wanted to say who the hell are you? By speaking a foreign language directly in front of me, are you bullying me for not passing the test in Taotie? Outright provocation?
"..."
The other party seemed to have fallen into a long silence. Meng Fei added:
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are saying. Can you speak Mandarin?"
There was a flurry of conversation and footsteps on the other side of the phone. A few minutes later, the phone was apparently handed to another person. This time it’s Qingmangyu.
"Excuse me, are you Zhang Feng from Qingmei University?"
"Yes, it's me."
Meng Fei lowered his voice and answered.
If the murderer is someone who is familiar with Zhang Feng, he may be able to tell from his voice that he is not Zhang Feng. The lower his voice is, the longer it takes for the other party to make a judgment.
"What do you want from me?"
"I'm sorry. Our colleagues here just didn't expect that you don't understand Taotie."
"It's not that I don't understand it at all. I can read and write, but I've heard that I'm not very good at it. Are you?"
Meng Fei confessed honestly. He suddenly thought that the papers Zhang Feng published all over the world were all in Taotie language. It would be illogical to say that one does not understand Taotie language at all.
"We are the Nautilus Institute. We sent you an invitation a few months ago, and then we received your application for admission."
Meng Fei scratched his head and hesitated, "It seems like that happened. What's wrong?"
"I am honored to inform you that your application for admission has been approved. You will become a graduate student in our institute."
