Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

After buying his football betting tickets, Wang Zhe found a bench by the roadside, sat down, and started reading a magazine.

He tried to evoke as many memories as possible, especially those related to this European Championship.

Which players performed the best? Cristiano Ronaldo, Pirlo, Iniesta...

The final is between Sibaía and Italia, so what about the semi-finals? And before the final, there are two penalty shootouts, right?

Wang Zhe was trying hard to recall. Because only if the score is tied after regular time and extra time will a penalty shootout be needed to decide the winner. In football betting rules, this is considered a draw. Betting solely on the team that advances later would likely result in a loss.

Wang Zhe sat there for a long time, until it got dark, before slowly walking home.

When he opened the door to his home, he saw his parents busy in the kitchen.

The people of Sichuan Province love to eat and are also very good at cooking; Sichuan cuisine is quite popular throughout the country.

Even in ordinary families, men are generally good cooks. For example, in Wang Zhe's family, his father, Wang Yuanshan, cooks much better than his mother, Liu Wei, so his mother usually helps out in the kitchen while his father cooks. However, Wang Yuanshan's cooking skills are still slightly inferior to those of Wang Zhe, who has been reborn.

After all, with the development of the internet, chefs from all walks of life started teaching people how to cook online. Wang Zhe watched a lot and cooked a lot himself, so his cooking skills naturally improved.

Unfortunately, he had been living in Shanghai and Hong Kong since graduating from university. In those places, if you don't learn to cook, the cost of food can be quite high.

At that moment, Liu Wei poked her head out of the kitchen, and her first question was surprisingly, "I heard you made that young girl cry?"

Wang Zhe: "Huh?"

Wang Yuanshan's voice came from the kitchen: "Old Song's daughter, didn't you get along quite well with her?"

Wang Zhe then realized that he had been so focused on making money after his rebirth that he had forgotten about this. Song Zhiyi was not only his ex-wife from his previous life, but also the daughter of his father's colleague, and the two families had always had a good relationship.

He said, "You adults should mind your own business when it comes to children's affairs."

These words left the parents speechless for a moment.

Eighteen-year-old Wang Zhe would hide from his parents, but thirty-year-old Wang Zhe wouldn't. On the contrary, seeing his parents in their prime now greatly intrigued him.

He changed into slippers and went into the kitchen to watch his parents' cooking.

Wang Yuanshan had already marinated the meat slices, turned on the stove, and was about to stir-fry them when he heard his son giving instructions:

"If you stir-fry it like that, it'll definitely stick to the pan. You should heat the pan first."

Liu Wei asked curiously, "How is it roasted?"

Wang Zhe: "Heat oil in the pan until it smokes, then pour it out and add cold oil back in before stir-frying. The hot oil from heating the pan won't be wasted; just let it cool down before using it again."

Hearing his son gesturing wildly beside him, Wang Yuanshan turned around and said, "You talk a good game, but come at me if you dare."

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Wang Zhe took his father's place and started operating the machine.

Just like he said, first do a searing process, then put the meat slices into the pan, and once they're just cooked through, remove them, then add scallions, ginger, garlic, and other side dishes...

The two parents stood to the side, their eyes wide with disbelief.

They could clearly see that the kid's movements were quite skilled and unhurried. But the question was, where did a high school student, who was usually busy with his studies, get any kitchen experience?

The dinner plan for today included three dishes, but Wang Zhe ended up cooking the last two.

At the dinner table, Wang Yuanshan and Liu Wei tasted their son's cooking, exchanged a glance, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

"How come your cooking is so delicious?" Liu Wei couldn't help but ask. "It's almost indistinguishable from what you get at a restaurant!"

Wang Yuanshan commented, "It's just a bit too oily, which is typical of restaurant cooking."

Wang Zhe boasted shamelessly, "Because I'm a genius, I can learn it at a glance."

The parents both scoffed in unison.

Just then, there was a knock on the security door.

Wang Zhe put down his chopsticks, got up to open the door, and then saw an unexpectedly familiar face.

Song Zhiyi.

As soon as the door opened, the girl quickly said, "I've finished reading the book you lent me last time, so I was thinking of returning it to you."

After she finished speaking, she handed over a book.

The Three-Body Problem, Part 1.

Wang Zhe took the book and then looked at the girl in front of him.

Just a few hours later, she had changed into a light-colored dress, making her look exceptionally pure and innocent.

Liu Wei stood up and greeted, "Oh, Xiao Yi's here? Come on, let's have something to eat?"

Song Zhiyi smiled and politely declined, "No, Auntie, I've already eaten at home..."

Wang Yuanshan added, "Wang Zhe made dinner for us tonight. Come on, have a taste."

Song Zhiyi immediately changed her tune: "Well, thank you..."

"Oh, don't be so polite, child! Sit down, let me get you some chopsticks!"

Liu Wei brought over bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of Song Zhiyi. The girl sat right next to Wang Zhe.

His dining table is served on a long bench, which can be moved slightly to create an extra seat. However, for Wang Zhe, this makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Especially after Song Zhiyi took a few bites.

"This one, and this one," Liu Wei said, pointing to the two dishes. "Wang Zhe just made them. Do you like them?"

Song Zhiyi nodded vigorously as she chewed.

After swallowing, she exclaimed with delight, "It's so delicious! Really, I already ate dinner, but I feel like I have an appetite again now, and I can even finish a bowl of rice!"

Liu Wei smiled and held out her hand: "Give me the bowl, I'll get you one."

Song Zhiyi: "Auntie, please hit me less, I need to lose weight..."

"You're so thin, why are you even trying to lose weight!"

Without saying a word, Liu Wei served the girl a whole bowl of rice.

Then, Song Zhiyi was busy preparing the meal, but she would keep glancing at Wang Zhe while eating. Although she didn't initiate conversation with Wang Zhe, she talked a lot with his parents, and the conversation always revolved around him.

Liu Wei: "Did you both apply to universities in Shanghai and Hong Kong?"

Song Zhiyi: "Yes, we both have the same first choice."

Wang Yuanshan: "It would be great if you all went to university together, then we would feel at ease."

Liu Wei: "Wang Zhe is such a careless and forgetful kid. If you could help keep an eye on him, we would have so much less to worry about."

Song Zhiyi: "No way, he helped me a lot throughout my three years of high school, and he even tutored me in math..."

The three of them chatted like this, while Wang Zhe remained silent.

After dinner, Wang Zhe offered to take Song Zhiyi home.

He certainly didn't want his ex-wife to continue having dealings with his parents.

The two went out the door, went downstairs, and fell silent.

Song Zhiyi suddenly said softly, "It's normal for friends to act like this, right?"

Wang Zhe: "Yes, that's normal."

Song Zhiyi stole a glance at him and asked again, "You don't hate me, do you?"

Wang Zhe fell silent.

What annoyed him was that inexplicable woman more than a decade later, not this cute girl with a slightly flushed face. To be honest, if they weren't going to get married, but just be friends or develop a short-term relationship, he wouldn't actually be opposed to it.

Who could dislike a beautiful girl?

But it was this brief silence that made Song Zhiyi's heart pound.

To make matters worse, just then, the two were walking in the neighborhood when they encountered another girl.

Jiang Di.

She wasn't smoking, but the school uniform jacket tied around her waist, the colorful decorations on her wrists, and the reddish ends of her hair were enough to give her the look of a delinquent girl.

Jiang Di took the initiative to greet him: "Wang Zhe, are you free tonight?"

Wang Zhe: "What's wrong?"

"I think..." Jiang Di started to speak, but then hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, Song Zhiyi couldn't help but ask, "So this is the type you like?"

Wang Zhe: "You don't know her?"

Song Zhiyi's eyes reddened, and she broke down a bit: "I don't know this kind of person!"

Jiang Di was also somewhat displeased: "Hey, explain yourself clearly, what kind of person am I?"

Seeing this, Wang Zhe couldn't help but scratch his head.

More than a decade later, you can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau together to get a divorce, and you can even introduce your ex-husband to your best friend... Didn't you know each other at this point in time?

When exactly did they become best friends?

Could it be related to me?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.