I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

Cheng Fei, Chen Hao, and Du Xinhua were walking towards the cooking classroom.

Chen Hao put his hands behind his head and said, "Ugh, I'm really not used to home economics classes. They even have to teach cooking. It's like something out of a Japanese anime."

"This is the kind of quality education that's like in Academy City, so that no one can go to high school without ever having made fried rice and end up burning down the house the moment they step into the kitchen." Du Xinhua held up one finger.

"Do people like that really exist?" Chen Hao asked in surprise.

Du Xinhua pointed to herself, "Yes, for example, me."

"You, I remember you're a local, right? You're living such a comfortable life, having food served to you like a baby."

“It’s not that I want to, but my parents taught me from a young age not to cook for myself, but to spend the time I would spend cooking studying, and then earn more money to hire others to cook.”

"What capitalist rhetoric? You despicable Academy City people, I can't stand it anymore!"

"You study so hard every day, isn't it all for the sake of achieving this in the future... uh..."

Cheng Fei glanced at the two men who had locked the man up, and said, "Try not to kill anyone."

Chen Hao released Du Xinhua. "Hmph, but even though you've studied so hard, your grades aren't much better than mine, so I'll let you off this time."

"Because I usually use the time I save to play visual novels," Du Xinhua said, straightening her disheveled collar.

"You really have let your parents down." Chen Hao pouted, then became inexplicably excited. "I heard that the cooking class allows for free team formation, mixed-gender teams, and there's even a tasting session."

"Will any girls ask me to team up, cook some delicious food, and then say, 'Hey~ feed me a taste'? I'm already looking forward to it..."

There were more than three people in the corridor. Cheng Fei and Du Xinhua simultaneously took a step to the side, moving away from the smug Chen Hao.

Du Xinhua shook his head, "Realistic girls are already being kind by not making you do all the chores while they chat on the side. I think you should just play visual novels with me and be more realistic."

As they spoke, the three of them entered the cooking classroom, where there were already quite a few students, and the atmosphere was lively.

Chen Hao whistled, "This time we're going with Class Three."

"You even know that?" Du Xinhua raised an eyebrow.

"I saw some friends from the basketball team, so I went to say hello."

After Chen Hao left, Cheng Fei and Du Xinhua randomly found a table by the window where no one was around.

"Looks like it's the two of us on one team this time." Du Xinhua shrugged.

Just as Cheng Fei nodded, a familiar, gentle voice sounded from behind him.

"Um, you're Du from the games department..."

"Du Xinhua!" The young man in front of Cheng Fei suddenly stood at attention.

Cheng Fei turned his head and found a Japanese exchange student wearing a pink apron standing behind him, revealing her signature gentle smile.

“Nagasaki-kun, you wouldn’t be going to…” Du Xinhua rubbed his trembling hands.

"Excuse me, could you give me your current seat?" Nagasaki Asuna asked, her hands hidden behind her back, her playful smile irresistible.

“Of course you can…” Du Xinhua’s face darkened instantly, and she walked away from Cheng Fei with her head drooping.

After the former left, Cheng Fei glanced at the girl who stood casually next to him and asked, "So you're from Class 3?"

“Cheng Fei is being far too indifferent to me.” Nagasaki Asuna tilted her head and puffed out her fair cheeks.

"Sorry, I'm basically only interested in studying."

"Does Cheng Fei know which class Shen Xi is in?" The girl stood on tiptoe and looked at Cheng Fei.

"I don't know." Cheng Fei met her bright eyes.

The girl tapped her chin lightly with her index finger, paused for a second, and said, "It seems she really only cares about studying..."

"Right, I'm not kidding you."

At that moment, Cheng Fei heard shouts coming from behind him.

"What? There's such a thing? I'm going to kill that kid... Let me go!" It seemed to be Chen Hao saying.

"Calm down! At least don't start a fight here!"

"The basketball team can't do without you, Hao!"

At the same time, the voices of Du Xinhua and another person trying to dissuade him also rang out.

Cheng Fei glanced at the culprit.

Nagasaki Asuna chuckled to herself and turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window.

After the preparatory bell rang, a kind-looking middle-aged female teacher walked into the classroom and said in a slow voice, "Hello everyone, today our topic is fried rice. The history of fried rice in our country can be traced back to the Warring States period. Legend has it that a man named Fan fried rice, vegetables, and meat together, creating a new delicacy. This is considered to be the prototype of fried rice..."

When it comes to attending classes, novel and interesting historical stories are always more engaging for students than boring math classes.

After giving the opening remarks, the teacher reiterated the safety rules and some fried rice cooking techniques.

"These are the ingredients. Now everyone can freely choose the ingredients in front of them and stir-fry a bowl of fried rice that is more than just egg fried rice. Finally, everyone can taste and score each other's fried rice."

Before the teacher could finish speaking, the students had already started to get started.

Cheng Fei glanced at Nagasaki Asuna, "Nana-kun."

"Ok?"

"Can you make fried rice?"

"Me... stay tuned~" The girl reached out and picked up a carrot, holding it to her cheek, tilting her head and blinking. "What about Cheng Fei? He doesn't seem to be doing so well."

23. Cheng Fei has extensive work experience.

"Heh, I have to show you my best dish, Golden Wrapped Silver Egg Fried Rice." Cheng Fei took an egg and spun it on the table.

"Is that so? Then I'll look forward to it." Nagasaki Asuna smiled and brought over shiitake mushrooms, peas, ham, and shrimp.

Because the steps for making fried rice by Cheng Fei were very simple and there was no rush to start, the boy helped Nagasaki Asuna prepare the ingredients at her request.

"By the way, I'd like to ask Cheng Fei a question." The girl skillfully sliced ​​the shiitake mushroom in half, then shredded it and diced it.

"Please speak." Cheng Fei helped her cut the ham, first slicing it, then shredding it, and finally dicing it. Because he wasn't very skilled, he cut it very slowly to ensure quality.

"Why is Cheng Fei missing from my game friends list? Did someone steal him?" The girl transferred the shiitake mushroom pieces into a small glass bowl and then went to process the shrimp.

"This is mainly due to a request from a customer. We had to make some technical adjustments to the server. Don't worry, it's expected to be back to normal tonight."

Asuna Nagasaki chuckled, "Really? That's great. I thought I was being disliked and I had insomnia for two nights over the weekend."

"Here you go, diced ham." Cheng Fei pushed the small glass bowl in front of the girl.

She looked at the result in the bowl and nodded, "I didn't expect your knife skills to be so good."

"I used to cook for myself, even though I've neglected it since coming to Academy City."

"Didn't Cheng Fei live with his family before?"

“I am an orphan. I left the orphanage alone when I was in the third grade of elementary school.”

"amazing."

"Yeah, I think I'm amazing too."

"Aren't you going to ask me, Cheng Fei?"

"Not interested."

The girl's knife, which had been making a "clattering" sound, suddenly stopped.

"I really can't do anything with you. Tell me, where did you learn your cooking skills? Do you have a fried rice master in your family?"

"No, I grew up with my grandmother, and she taught me a lot."

"Where are the parents?"

“My father was from China and abandoned my mother and me a long time ago. After my mother remarried, she had a younger sister and they lived a pretty good life.”

"So the grandmother you're talking about is actually your maternal grandmother?"

"Ok?"

"It is the mother's mother."

"So she's called maternal grandmother? I thought they were all paternal grandmothers."

"You've come to China to find your relatives?"

"No, if I could, I would stab that person."

"Why did you point a knife at me when you said that?"

"Really?" The girl tilted her head.

Cheng Fei glanced at the knife in her hand and nodded, "Yes."

"From the moment we met, Cheng Fei stood quite far away from me."

"Really?" the boy asked, puzzled.

Nagasaki Asuna looked down and saw Cheng Fei huddled by the table like he had been bullied. She nodded, "Yes."

Cheng Fei reluctantly took a step towards the middle.

"Don't worry, Cheng Fei. I won't do anything reckless in front of outsiders, and I certainly won't deliberately ruin your relationship with Shen Xi."

“You weren’t like this last Thursday afternoon.”

"Shen Xi didn't see it back then, did she?"

"I almost saw it."

"She can't see it, but I have a very keen sense of it, so don't worry, Cheng Fei."

Have you ever heard the saying, "If you walk the night road too often, you'll eventually encounter a ghost"?

"Even ghosts can't escape my senses."

Cheng Fei was speechless.

Speaking with extraordinary perception is arrogance.

Once all the ingredients for each group were prepared, they began the stir-frying process, some quickly and some slowly.

Cheng Fei waited until some groups were almost finished before he started heating the oil in the wok and turning the heat up.

There were induction cookers and gas stoves to choose from in the classroom, and Cheng Fei's group chose the gas stove.

The boy poured the rice directly into the pot, broke it up, and waited until the rice grains sizzled. He then cracked two eggs into the pot with one hand, mixed them with the rice grains, and turned the heat to medium to stir-fry.

Asuna Nagasaki, who was in the final stages of the process, glanced at the yellowish-white paste in Cheng Fei's pot and couldn't help but chuckle. "I've never seen this method before. Is it really okay?"

Cheng Fei said expressionlessly, "You'll find out soon enough. I call it my ultimate lazy man's golden egg fried rice."

“They’ve even skipped the bowl for beating eggs; they’re really lazy,” Nagasaki Asuna chimed in earnestly.

As Cheng Fei stir-fried, the egg liquid gradually solidified, and the moisture was also fried out, restoring the ingredients in the pan from a clump of paste to a loose and dry state.

Without even looking, Cheng Fei added some salt and sprinkled some chopped green onions. Then, under the horrified gazes of his classmates, he turned up the heat and tossed the fried rice around in the pan, making it sizzle violently a few times before plating it.

The slightly browned rice grains are distinct, each coated with a touch of gold, with bright green scallions scattered among them. The aroma of the rice and eggs mingles with the fresh fragrance of the scallions, wafting through the air.

A soft round of applause rang out from the side. "I didn't expect the finished product to look so good. Let me try it."

The girl, without any hesitation, scooped a small spoonful from a separate bowl, chewed it, and then stared wide-eyed at the boy. "Hmm... the rice and egg blend together perfectly, and the scallions neutralize the greasiness. It's amazing! Even though I only added salt, it's still so fragrant. Is this what they call 'wok hei' (wok aroma)?"

"It's just basic stuff." Cheng Fei poured some water, turned up the heat, and scrubbed the wok. "When I was working odd jobs at a night market stall, I would occasionally help out with the fried rice."

"Cheng Fei's work experience is truly extensive," Nagasaki Asuna remarked.

"What did you make?" Cheng Fei asked after washing the pot.

Asuna Nagasaki pushed the plate in front of him, "Tsk tsk~ Yangzhou omelet rice."

Under Cheng Fei's questioning gaze, the girl picked up a small knife and made a cut in the smooth and delicate eggshell.

The jelly-like, freshly cooked but not yet solidified egg liquid inside eagerly flowed out, filling the plate instantly, and a fragrant aroma of eggs wafted out.

"What about Yangzhou?" Cheng Fei asked.

"Wait a minute~" Nagasaki Asuna picked up the ketchup, drew a heart on it, and then used a spoon to scoop through the egg mixture and egg skin on the surface, revealing the Yangzhou fried rice underneath, made with ingredients such as diced shiitake mushrooms, diced ham, and shrimp.