A life of financial freedom

Chu Fang didn't care and put the chicken wing into his mouth.

Salty taste, sweetness of cola, strong oyster sauce, and the seemingly free chicken essence... ..., a variety of seasonings mixed together to form... ... a pile of defense!

"Ah!" He vomited all at once, his face twitched, and he retched.

At this moment, the two pioneers also vomited out the food and ran towards the bathroom.

After more than ten minutes of vomiting in the bathroom, several people collapsed completely on the sofa, their lips dry and pale, their faces bluish, as if they were poisoned by food.

Chu Fang panted: "Zhong Rou, you lied to me!!!"

Zhong Rou was also panting: "Zhong Tingyue lied to me first."

The two focused their eyes on the eldest daughter of the Zhong family. The latter sipped the water and said slowly: "I didn't lie to you, I think it tastes good."

"Then you vomited."

"It's just physical discomfort, it has nothing to do with the taste."

"..."

The strongest king, Zhong Tingyue!

In the end, Chu Fang ordered takeout, and the three of them filled their stomachs. As for the three dishes, they had already been destroyed.

After eating, Zhong Tingyue was refreshed and stood up, supporting the table with both hands: "Dinner tonight is good, let's continue tomorrow."

"..."

Chu Fang thought Zhong Tingyue was just joking, but he didn't expect that this girl was so determined. In the next few days, Zhong Tingyue would cook every night.

Swear to learn how to cook, swear to learn how to drive.

However, ideals are full, but reality is very skinny.

Zhong Tingyue has two wishes, but neither of them has been fulfilled.

She failed the second subject test, and her cooking was a mess.

"Brother-in-law, please persuade my sister." After a few days of tasting, Zhong Rou's rosy face turned pale.

Thinking of the days she had experienced in the past few days, she felt like she was in hell and couldn't extricate herself.

Chu Fang said, "Your sister is insane."

Anyway, Chu Fang saw that if Zhong Tingyue's two wishes were not fulfilled, the family would not be able to return to the peace of the past.

While talking, Zhong Tingyue came out with the dishes and put them on the table. While the other party was taking off his apron, the two looked at each other, secretly took out a plate of similar dishes from a corner and replaced them.

Zhong Tingyue turned around and frowned slightly: "What are you two doing? You messed up the shape of my dishes, and I can't see the original appearance."

"Hehe..." The two smiled guiltily.

As she spoke, Zhong Tingyue took the lead in tasting the food she cooked, put it in her mouth, took a breath, and showed an incredible look, while the two of them also tasted the food.

While eating, Zhong Rou gave her a thumbs up: "Sister, the food you cook is simply too delicious, with good color, fragrance and taste. Woohoo, I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time."

"Right, right." Chu Fang nodded repeatedly, "You don't have to cook anymore in the future, you are already a chef."

Zhong Tingyue frowned: "Then can I learn to drive a car?"

"Not necessarily, the two are not the same thing after all." Chu Fang shook his head and then changed the subject: "But... ...I think you should have a deeper understanding."

Learning to drive and cooking have nothing to do with each other, but Zhong Tingyue inexplicably combined the two to practice the so-called feeling, which gave the two people at home a real lesson.

If they don't change, they really can't survive.

Therefore, he first cut off Zhong Tingyue's idea of ​​cooking, and then urged her to learn to drive. Anyway, it's better to die than to die. I'll torment myself instead of tormenting them.

As for Zhong Tingyue's failure to learn to drive in the future, Chu Fang also has his own words: the two are not two different things after all.

... ...

It was another early morning. Chu Fang opened the curtains, looked at the sunshine outside, and stretched.

I had a good meal last night, and I was in a particularly good mood this morning.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw Zhong Tingyue holding a mobile phone and said, "The coach asked for leave today, so I can't practice driving."

"We have a car at home. I'll take you to the suburbs to practice driving."

Zhong Tingyue nodded.

After breakfast, Chu Fang drove Zhong Tingyue and Zhong Rou to the suburbs of the Magic City and chose a spacious open space where Zhong Tingyue could play freely. There was mud all around, and there was no need to worry about vehicles passing by.

Zhong Tingyue sat in the driver's seat, turning the steering wheel and driving the car. Chu Fang sat in the passenger seat and taught her how to drive softly, while Zhong Rou directed Zhong Tingyue from below.

It must be said that driving does require some talent, not too much, but not everyone has it, just like Zhong Tingyue at this moment.

Even though Chu Fang taught her carefully and wanted to drive herself, Zhong Tingyue still couldn't grasp the driving force well and always made mistakes., even——

The car rushed out of the open space, flew to the mud, and sank into it, using the accelerator as the brake.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and looked at Chu Fang: "I'm so stupid, I still can't do it."

At this moment, Zhong Tingyue's cold face showed a bit of pity, which made Chu Fang feel distressed.

These days, Zhong Tingyue was exhausted from work, cooking, and watching driving videos. Her soft eyes were mixed with some loss and fatigue.

Chu Fang didn't know what to do for a while.

If you can't learn this thing, you can't learn it. He wanted to transfer the knowledge in his head to the other person's head, but unfortunately he didn't have the technology.

"Oh, it doesn't matter." Chu Fang looked around, there was no one, it was all mud, and he waved his hand directly, "Don't think about those skills and knowledge, just step on the accelerator and turn the steering wheel randomly."

"Is it useful?"

"No." Chu Fang said, "It's just to let you vent your emotions. Anyway, the tires are stuck in the mud, and you can't drive fast."

Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the tires turned. The car drove slowly in the mud. The speed was very slow, but Zhong Tingyue seemed very happy. He turned the steering wheel randomly and stepped on the accelerator. Instantly, he felt the feeling of the car driving.

"Hey, Chu Fang, I really want to feel that kind of 'car feeling'." Zhong Tingyue suddenly reacted and said loudly.

Hearing this, Chu Fang was refreshed: "Okay, very good, keep that feeling, relax, don't restrain yourself."

I saw a Cadillac driving at a speed visible to the naked eye in a spacious muddy field. The tires rotated at high speed and threw the mud directly onto the car body. The doors, shell, bumper, windows... ... were all covered with mud.

A Cadillac worth millions was covered with mud in a short while.

Zhong Rou ate snacks, looked at the car in the mud, and muttered to herself: "Crazy, my sister is crazy!!!"

Someone passed by, looked at the car, scratched his head, and was confused.

The car kept spinning in the mud until the last bit of oil in the tank disappeared, and the manic Cadillac finally stopped.

Chu Fang also breathed a sigh of relief. He felt like flying when he sat in the passenger seat.

Zhong Tingyue's clear voice contained an obvious tone of joy: "Chu Fang, I seem to understand."

"Understand?"

"Yeah." Zhong Tingyue said, "In the driving school, I was always careful, followed the instructor's words, and didn't dare to use too much force, but today I seem to know how the car works."

Chu Fang nodded: "That's good, pay me."

"Pay me?"

He looked at his beloved car, which was no longer a "car", as if he had just been to the battlefield, and said slowly: "This car is scrapped."

The high cost of learning to drive.