On the price to pay for changing the plot

"┈┈"

Zhaocheng was speechless at this time. Although the dishes he cooked were not as delicious as those made by top chefs, they were not bad. Even a guy as picky as Ah K thought it was delicious. How could he be rejected by Fu Heng? Doubt can I eat it?

Fu Heng saw his speechless expression, but he did not give up trying to attack him, "Not to mention how bad these dishes look, and even the proportions are completely inappropriate, there is absolutely no way I can eat them!"

"┈┈" Now he really seems to be beating up this guy who is talking about it, so many people have eaten his dishes and they are all right, but a bunch of things have come out here, the point is this The person still looks like a real thing.

Fu Heng was picky enough, he leisurely stood beside Zhaocheng, his eyes that were as dazzling as sapphires inspected his face very carefully: "Are you angry?"

"No ┈┈"

Fu Heng interrupted him directly: "Human beings are such arrogant and stupid animals. Even though the facts are in front of them, they still want to deceive themselves and others. I feel really sad for you┈┈"

"┈┈"

Zhaocheng's complexion was so colorful, what Fu Heng said made him unable to respond, what kind of person is this, a sentence can really choke someone to death, and, has this guy forgotten that he is also a human being?

"┈┈You are human too."

"As a creature with a high IQ out of ordinary people, you shouldn't include me in your species, which makes me feel very ashamed," Fu Heng continued to speak venomously.

"┈┈" Zhaocheng was completely speechless, and was already numb by his blow at the moment, "Then do you still have this meal?"

"Such terrible meals, my delicate intestines can't accommodate them," Fu Heng glanced at him lightly, and said to the system standing by the dining table, "Joseph, prepare the utensils for me."

"Okay, sir," the system glanced at Zhao Cheng with a wooden face, and said to him in a gentle voice, "Mr. Zhao, please sit on the sofa for a while."

Zhaocheng wished to stay away from him, so he turned his back and sat down beside the sofa. He didn't want to see this doctor at all.

"Sir, it's ready," the system voice drifted over.

"OK, Joseph, help me," followed Fu Heng's magnetic voice.

Zhao Cheng sat alone on the sofa, listening to the movements of these two people, the more he listened, the more strange he became, what are they going to do?Unable to restrain his curiosity, he turned his head and looked over, stunned for a moment.

That Mr. Fu was wearing an apron with a star fighter pattern on his body, and he was squatting on the ground playing with the square box in his hand. There were numbers on it, "Mr. Fu, what are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Heng stood up from the ground, walked in with the box Shi Shiran, and ignored him. Fortunately, the robot named Joseph told him, "Sir, he is cooking."

Is the posture of "┈┈" really cooking?Why did he have an ominous premonition.

Zhaocheng wisely followed to the kitchen and looked at Fu Heng sitting inside and doing the work. He just wanted to say, it's been a long time!This Mr. Fu is really amazing, he was able to turn cooking into a physical experiment, he couldn't help but admire it!

Fu Heng installed the box in his hand on the electric wires in the kitchen in an orderly manner. Seeing him leaning against the door with a dazed expression on his face, he explained to him kindly for the first time: "This is an ammeter. The amount of current required to use electrical appliances to avoid dangerous accidents." Seeing the other party's eyebrows jumping higher and higher, he choked again, "It's okay if you don't understand, after all, with your thinking that is comparable to paramecium, It's quite normal to be surprised to see how comfortable I am with scientific instruments," he thought for a while and added: "You don't have to feel ashamed, I don't laugh at you."

"┈┈" He didn't say anything, why could he be confused.

Fu Heng calmly picked up the same voltmeter and connected it in series to the circuit as before, and carefully corrected the accuracy.

Although the system despises him for acting, but since it has done this, it can only go down the road. It will put the dishes washed in the morning next to those instruments, and then stand back to the original place and be as quiet as a chicken. , Fu Heng took a ruler to measure the dishes one by one, and shaved off all the irregular parts.

The more Zhao Cheng watched him, the more he admired him. This physics genius really proved what it means to apply what you have learned.

He turned around and went out of the kitchen, and sat back on the sofa. He didn't know what dishes that guy could cook up in the kitchen. It was almost noon. Seeing Mr. Fu's posture, he didn't know when the meal would be ready. Wait for an hour to see, in fact, he is also curious about the taste of the dishes made under such high-precision operations.

About an hour later, the system came out of the kitchen with a tray, and Fu Heng, who was behind it, walked into the bathroom.

The system slowly put the prepared dishes on the table, and Zhaocheng was silent for a moment when he saw those dishes.

Is this still a dish?The meat pieces of that plate of braised pork were cut into squares, the point is that they are all exactly the same, that’s fine, but what surprised him was how did the scrambled eggs with tomatoes have the same shape as the scrambled tomatoes? Same, isn't this inhumane?

Fu Hengzhong came out after a change of clothes. He pursed his lips, but couldn't hold back his slight bend. "Although the cooking is not satisfactory, at least it looks like a dish."

"┈┈" Faced with such a powerful obsessive-compulsive disorder, Zhaocheng suddenly felt how beautiful his life was. He looked at the system sympathetically and thought, "Thankfully this is not a human being, otherwise He was already forced to commit suicide."

"Don't you try it?" Fu Heng asked him.

The system took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him.

"Thank you," Zhao Cheng put a piece of meat into his mouth, and chewed carefully. The braised pork made with physical equipment was quite delicious, indeed better than his cooking.

"It seems that you like it very much." Fu Heng rolled up his sleeves, took the chopsticks from the system, and picked up a piece for himself. It was indeed something that was exchanged for points. I can make such delicious food."

Is it really okay for "┈┈" to boast so blatantly?

At this moment, Fu Heng's cell phone rang suddenly, he opened it and saw MrsSmith.

This Mrs Smith is the mother of the original body. She is from country M. Fu Heng's general Caucasian blood comes from her. His father is a typical Asian.

"Mrs Smith," Fu Heng answered the phone.

"Oh, baby, do you miss me?" He could hear the woman's missing through the phone.

"It's just the radio wave effect of the pituitary gland, which leads to the abnormal secretion of adrenal hormones, which leads to a temporary stop of blood supply to the heart and poor blood flow, so the short-term lack of oxygen in the organs is the root of missing." Fu Heng said these words very calmly, he almost It is conceivable that MrsSmith, who is far away in country M, should have a bitter face at this time, and then complain about him later.

"How can you say such hurtful words?" The woman's crying sound quickly reached his ears from the phone.

"I'm just stating the facts, but it doesn't look like you like it."

"Your character is still so unpleasant," the man complained.

"You have wasted my meal time." After saying this, Fu Heng hung up the phone immediately without waiting for a response from the other side. He calmly glanced at Zhao Cheng who was a little stunned, "Your facial expression tells me You are surprised, can you tell me what you are surprised about?"

"┈┈It's nothing." He rubbed his nose. At first he thought that Fu Heng had a problem with him, so every time he talked to him, he was sneering and sarcastic. He didn't expect to talk to his mother like this.

"you are lying."

"┈┈"

Zhaocheng was about to cry. Facing a physics genius who was also a psychologist, he was really under so much pressure that he couldn't even hide his emotions.

"Mr. Fu, let's eat," Zhao Cheng changed the subject.

Fu Heng is very good at the moment. Speaking of it now, he is hungry. He looked at the dishes on the table and swallowed secretly. There are so many delicious foods.

The system served meals for the two of them, and also thoughtfully served a bowl of soup for everyone. Fu Heng quietly gave it a thumbs up, and the service was very good.

"Does Mr. Fu usually cook by himself?" Looking at the other party's elegant dining movements, Zhaocheng said casually.

Fu Heng put down his chopsticks, wiped his lips with the napkin next to him, and answered him, "My time is very precious, how can I waste it on such useless things? Usually Joseph does it. Although what he does is not very satisfying to me, but I can still live with it."

"┈┈" Such a fluffy personality is really unbearable. Joseph is doing a good job, but he is not satisfied. Zhaocheng can't help worrying about Fu Heng's future wife. Orphan?How can this Mr. Fu's character be able to bear by ordinary people? It is almost the world's tolerance to be able to live with him, otherwise sooner or later, he will not be able to help but want to strangle him to death.

For the next time, neither of them spoke, enjoying the food on the table quietly.

After a meal, Zhao Cheng saw that the time was almost up, so he stood up and prepared to say goodbye: "Today, I am very grateful to Mr. Fu for his hospitality. I promised that I would treat the guests, but I didn't expect it to be your cooking. I am really sorry."

"You can still be saved if you know you're embarrassed," Fu Heng said with a vicious tongue that didn't give him face.

"┈┈Then I'll go back and visit again when I have time," Zhaocheng ignored his words, otherwise he might be pissed off.

"Goodbye."