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The call ended. Yu Le tossed his phone onto his desk.

Two hundred billion.

That's enough to cause a tsunami in the country.

He picked up his thermos, drank the last sip of water, grabbed his car keys, and went out.

Half an hour later, at Shengshi Huating.

Yu Le pushed open the door.

There was no thick smoke.

There was no pungent burnt smell.

Even the roar of the range hood has stopped.

It was unusually quiet.

Yu Le changed her shoes and went to the living room.

Thump thudded onto the sofa. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

An empty plate was on the coffee table.

There was a trace of suspicious pink sauce left at the bottom of the plate.

"Where's your sister?" Yu Le kicked the sofa.

Dongdong slowly turned his neck.

"It's inside."

"Develop new weapons."

The glass door to the kitchen was pushed open.

Liu Qianqian came out carrying a clay pot.

They weren't wearing the apron that was equivalent to a biohazard protective suit.

She was only wearing a simple floral apron.

Her hair was casually tied back.

"Dad! You're back just in time!"

Liu Qianqian placed the casserole heavily on the coffee table.

"This chef's culinary skills have broken through their limitations and reached a state of returning to simplicity!"

Yu Le pulled over a chair and sat down.

"The kitchen wasn't blown up?"

"That's all in the past!" Liu Qianqian lifted the lid of the casserole.

Steaming hot.

There was no pungent, strange smell.

Instead, it has a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Yu Le leaned closer to take a look.

The broth in the casserole dish was milky white.

A few pieces of pork ribs sank to the bottom.

A few green vegetable leaves floated on top.

Surprisingly, it looked perfectly normal.

"Pork rib soup?"

"Wrong!" Liu Qianqian held up a finger and shook it. "This is called 'childhood sweethearts'."

Yu Le raised an eyebrow. "Speak like a human being."

"Green papaya and pork rib stew with matcha powder."

Yu Le's hand froze in mid-air.

"Add what?"

"Matcha powder, of course," Liu Qianqian said confidently. "The internet says matcha is rich in antioxidants, green papaya is good for beauty and skin, and pork ribs provide protein. Three benefits in one, perfect!"

Yu Le turned to look at Dongdong.

"What did you just eat?"

Dongdong pointed to the empty plate with pink sauce still on it.

"Dragon fruit stir-fried with shrimp".

"Is it tasty?"

Dongdong sat up straight.

"The shrimp are cooked."

"Dragon fruit is sweet."

"You won't die if you eat it."

Yu Le picked up the soup spoon.

I stirred it in the casserole a couple of times.

The broth was indeed milky white.

But a strange green powder settled at the bottom.

"Can you drink this stuff?"

Liu Qianqian snatched the soup spoon and scooped out a bowlful.

It was handed to Yu Le.

"Dad, don't let worldly prejudices blind you. Innovation is the soul of cuisine!"

Yu Le picked up the bowl.

I smelled it.

The aroma of matcha overpowered the meaty flavor of the ribs.

He took a small sip.

Sweet.

Salty.

It's bitter.

The three flavors were battling fiercely in my mouth.

No one obeys anyone.

Finally, they all rushed towards the top of the head.

Yu Le put down the bowl.

He picked up the cool boiled water on the coffee table and took a big gulp.

Innovation is possible.

"But don't kill people."

Liu Qianqian was unconvinced.

He picked up the bowl and took a big gulp.

Swallow it.

Smack his lips.

"I think it tastes pretty good, with distinct layers of flavor."

Yu Le pointed to the pot of soup.

"Did you not add ginger slices when you blanched the pork ribs?"

Liu Qianqian was stunned. "Let it go."

"How many pieces did you put in?"

"A whole piece."

"Did it break?"

"No, I just threw it in."

When was the matcha powder added?

"Before it's done cooking."

Yu Le sighed.

"The pork ribs didn't have a completely clean smell. The matcha powder clumped and turned bitter when heated. The papaya was cooked for too long and became mushy in the soup, making the broth cloudy."

"That's not called clear layering."

"This is called a mixed stew."

Liu Qianqian humbly accepted the instruction.

He pulled out a small notebook from somewhere.

He took notes quickly with his pen.

"The ginger should be crushed."

"Matcha powder cannot be added directly."

"Papaya, add it to the pot later."

After taking notes, she closed the notebook.

"Dad, what should we do with this pot of soup?"

Yu Le stood up.

It's fallen over.

"Wasting food is shameful!" Liu Qianqian declared righteously.

He turned to look at Dongdong.

Dongdong instantly sprang up from the sofa.

He grabbed his schoolbag.

"I haven't finished my homework! The teacher said they'll check it tomorrow!"

He dashed back to his room and slammed the door shut.

Liu Qianqian is holding a clay pot.

"Dad..."

"I have an appointment to discuss business tonight," Yu Le said as he walked toward the study.

"You can judge for yourself at your own pace."

........

The next few days.

Liu Qianqian's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Under Yu Le's occasional guidance.

She finally mastered the basic proportions of heat and seasonings.

No more making the kitchen a mess.

The stir-fried dishes finally had a normal color.

But her obsession with "innovation" only grew stronger.

Wednesday night.

Yu Le sat at the dining table.

Three dishes were laid out in front of me.

The first course.

Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs.

It looks excellent.

The colors are a mix of red and yellow. The eggs are fluffy. The tomatoes are juicy.

Yu Le picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks.

Put it in your mouth.

I chewed it twice.

Stop.

"What did you put in?"

Liu Qianqian rests her chin on her hands.

"I saw online that adding a little sugar to scrambled eggs with tomatoes enhances the flavor. I thought white sugar was too ordinary, so I added some popping candy."

Yu Le shut his mouth.

Inside the mouth.

Countless tiny sugar granules are exploding wildly.

Crackle, crackle.

It's a blend of the salty and savory flavors of eggs and the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes.

It produces an extremely explosive taste.

He swallowed it.

"Don't add it again."

"Why? Doesn't it taste good?"

"I'm afraid of getting a concussion from eating too much."

The second dish.

Stir-fried shredded pork with green peppers.

The shredded meat is cut into even pieces.

The green bell peppers are bright green.

Yu Le picked up a shredded piece of meat.

Put it in your mouth.

The spiciness instantly hit my nasal cavity.

I almost burst into tears.

"Where did you buy these green peppers?"

"It's not green bell pepper," Liu Qianqian pointed to the plate. "It's a ghost pepper. I wore three layers of gloves when I sliced ​​it!"

Yu Le put down her chopsticks.

I drank three cups of water.

That's how they managed to quell the fire.

"What grudge do you have against this plate of meat?"

"No, that's not it." Liu Qianqian said matter-of-factly. "I saw you've been working hard lately, so I wanted to cheer you up."

"Go buy some coffee to perk you up."

"This thing can send people away."

The third dish.

A plate of dark, lumpy objects.

Yu Le pointed to the plate.

"What is this now?"

Cola chicken wings.

"Where's the Coke?"

"It's boiled dry."

"Where are the chicken wings?"

"It's inside."

Yu Le poked it with her chopsticks.

It's rock hard.

It's completely untouchable.

"Are your chicken wings made of titanium alloy?"

Liu Qianqian scratched her head.

"I forgot to watch the fire. By the time I remembered, the cola had turned into caramel. It took me ages to shovel it off."

Yu Le put down her chopsticks.

Leaning back in the chair.

"Sissi".

"Um?"

"Your cooking skills have transcended the realm of carbon-based life forms."

"Really?" Liu Qianqian's eyes lit up. "Dad, are you praising me?"

"I'm praising you as a genius."

"A genius in biological weapons development."