Chapter 205: Beyond God

Chapter 205: Super God

"Is there an apron? Is it here?"

Wu Tong tied the apron, lifted the two large bags Meng Fan had left on the floor, and smiled. "I don't know how, so I have to learn. I downloaded plenty of cooking apps and came prepared. What, are you afraid I'll poison you?"

Meng Fan's face turned sallow, but he shook his head decisively. "Not afraid, not afraid at all!"

"Not afraid? I'll give you one chance to retract that statement." Wu Tong untied the bags, began pulling out ingredients one by one, and dropped the remark out of the blue.

"Then should I be... afraid?" Meng Fan recalled Xing Tage's warning that every question from a girl might be a trap. His survival instinct kicked in at the critical moment, and he immediately changed his tune. "How could anything you cook be poisonous? It must be super delicious! Yeah, even if it's your first time, it’s bound to be amazing, no doubt about it!"

Seeing Wu Tong nod with satisfaction, Meng Fan finally let out a breath of relief.

Once the ingredients were out, Wu Tong moved with nimble efficiency, rummaging through the kitchen to find the seasoning rack and filling it with the spices she’d bought—clearly having guessed that Meng Fan’s kitchen would be lacking. She then opened the cabinets to retrieve the necessary cookware, and though everything looked clean, she washed it all over again.

"Oh. Go do your work." Wu Tong turned to Meng Fan. "I'll call you when it's ready. We should make it in time for lunch."

"Right."

Meng Fan nodded, and his stomach let out a growl.

"Hungry? I bought some bread for you as a snack. Have some first." Wu Tong pointed to a small bag she had placed on the table, adding a reminder, "Don't eat too much."

"Got it."

Meng Fan grabbed a slice of bread and leaned against the kitchen doorframe to eat. As for doing his work? That was out of the question.

Watching Wu Tong busy herself in the kitchen, how could he possibly miss out on such a moment of bliss?

From the way she moved with such practiced ease, Meng Fan wasn't a fool; he could tell she knew her way around a kitchen. Whether it tasted good or not remained to be seen, but she certainly hadn't spent much time away from the stove.

Beautiful, fit, elegant, a top student, and she could cook... How could such a perfect girl exist in this world, and how did he happen to stumble upon her? It was enough to make anyone jealous!

As Meng Fan ate his bread, he felt an unprecedented sense of happiness and sweetness. His eyes followed Wu Tong’s every move, his expression utterly dazed.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and he felt completely intoxicated.

If Meng Caiwei had been there, she surely would have thrown a high heel at him. "Look at your pathetic face! Are you blind? Do you think there’s a shortage of girls like this in your own family?"

"Aren't you busy?" Wu Tong glanced at Meng Fan, who was still leaning against the doorframe, and asked while continuing her work.

Pulled back to reality, Meng Fan stammered, "Ah? Oh! I can be not busy."

Wu Tong said, "Then come over and help me with the prep."

"Okay."

Meng Fan walked over and reached out his hands.

"Don't mess around." Wu Tong swatted his hand away. "Wash your hands first, then chop the onions."

"Right!"

Having been put to work, Meng Fan felt as energized as if he’d been injected with adrenaline. However, a moment later, he was in tears—literally!

Wu Tong burst into laughter at the sight of Meng Fan’s tear-streaked face.

"What kind of creature is this onion? Did you do this on purpose?"

"Don't you know onions sting the eyes?"

"I knew, but I didn't think it was for real!"

"Hey, don't rub it with your hands! Wait."

Wu Tong grabbed a tissue, laughing as she wiped his tears. "I’m terrified of onions too. I used to wear swimming goggles when I chopped them."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Do you have swimming goggles?"

"No."

"Then it wouldn't have helped anyway, haha."

"I could have stubbornly tilted my head back!"

This meal could be described as having both laughter and tears, and Meng Fan was thoroughly enjoying it.

"Lunch is served."

Wu Tong was remarkably fast; in about forty minutes, she had prepared four dishes and a soup. They looked and smelled divine, and Meng Fan was already famished. As for the taste, he had already snuck a few bites—it was far better than he had imagined!

The dishes were set out, the bowls and chopsticks laid, and then both Meng Fan and Wu Tong froze. They hadn't cooked any rice!

"Give me five minutes!"

Meng Fan dashed out the door, and true to his word, returned in five minutes with four containers of rice. Then, they began to eat.

"Mmm, so fragrant!"

"Delicious, absolutely delicious!"

Meng Fan wasn't just being polite. Wu Tong had eaten with him many times and knew his tastes and preferences; the dishes were perfectly tailored to him. Plus, he was genuinely starving!

"How are you so good at cooking?"

"I’ve been taking cooking classes on and off since middle school."

They chatted as they ate, Meng Fan doing most of the eating and Wu Tong doing most of the talking.

"Are you allergic to pollen?" Wu Tong asked.

Meng Fan shook his head while chewing.

"I ordered some flowers and small potted plants. I had the shop deliver them here. This place is too cold and empty."

Meng Fan nodded and grinned foolishly while he ate.

Before long, the flowers and plants arrived.

Wu Tong, having finished her meal, sat to the side with scissors, trimming and arranging the flowers. By the time Meng Fan had polished off every last bit of food, she was finished, and they placed the greenery around the room together.

"I’ve already prepped the rest of the ingredients for you; eat them later. The soup should be ready in about an hour... I’m leaving now, go back to your work."

After washing the dishes and taking the trash out, Wu Tong left without hesitation. Meng Fan tried to see her out, but she shut the door right in his face.

Meng Fan leaned against the window to look down. He watched Wu Tong appear, watched her walk out of sight, and then... he saw Chen Daqiang walk into view.

"Fatty, I just saw Wu Tong."

Chen Daqiang entered the room and scratched his head. "I think I said the wrong thing."

Meng Fan’s expression tightened. "What did you say?"

Chen Daqiang apologized, "I saw her walking out of the complex, and she clearly came from this building, so I guessed she must have been at your place! I was so happy for you that in my excitement, I called her 'sister-in-law' when I greeted her."

"Sister-in-law?"

Meng Fan stood stunned for a long time before asking nervously, "How did she react?"

Chen Daqiang thought carefully. "I’d say it was an awkward but polite smile... I think."

Meng Fan let out half a breath of relief. "You really are a piece of work, you know that?"

Chen Daqiang said, "I think the title was correct; it just seems like maybe I said it a little too early."

"Fine, what's done is done."

"Then, shall I keep calling you that next time?"

"…Why are you here?" Meng Fan felt a dull ache behind his temples.

"Oh, I was heading to your studio anyway. I left in such a rush yesterday that I forgot my gear." Chen Daqiang retrieved the equipment he had used for his all-nighters, then added, "I'm off to the studio now. Have you spoken to Mr. Qin yet?"

"I'll tell him right away."

"Right, then I'm off."

"Oh, wait." Meng Fan walked him to the door, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So, what happened last night?"

Chen Daqiang adjusted his glasses. "First Blood!" He paused, then continued, "Double kill, triple kill, quadra kill, penta kill… and finally, Legendary!"

(End of chapter)