He simply sat down in a restaurant booth, watching Chen Xing'er stride confidently into the kitchen. Then, from the bottom drawer of the refrigerator, he pulled out a package of frozen dumplings.
Chen Fan's mouth twitched, his eyes showing a rare disbelief. "Is this what you call making breakfast?"
Chen Xing'er tore open the packaging, looking at Chen Fan with a puzzled expression. "Yeah, what's the problem?"
Had the bar for cooking dropped so low now?
Boiling frozen dumplings was considered making breakfast?
And what's more—
What did boiling these have to do with researching recipes?
This was something anyone with hands could do!
Clearly not.
Chen Fan watched Chen Xing'er flit about the kitchen with a headache. "Can you get a little closer to the pot?"
"You're so far away, are you trying to shoot hoops?"
"Plop!"
As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, Chen Xing'er tossed another dumpling in.
Splashing water flew everywhere—
Wait a minute.
Chen Fan took a deep breath, propping his forehead on his hand. "Did you even wait for the water to boil?"
Chen Xing'er looked at Chen Fan with a bewildered expression. "Wait for the water to boil? Why would I wait for the water to boil? I'm not drinking it."
Heh.
And she said it so matter-of-factly.
Chen Fan immediately took out the pager he was carrying and gestured with it, abandoning any hope.
It seemed breakfast was not going to happen.
Ten minutes later.
Chen Xing'er emerged from the kitchen dejectedly. "These dumplings have a problem."
"We can't buy theirs anymore."
With your method of cooking, it's a wonder any instant food products haven't been ruined yet.
Chen Xing'er frowned as she watched Chen Fan take out the old pager again. "Is this thing broken, or out of battery? Why haven't I seen it light up at all?"
Chen Fan calmly put it away. "The time just isn't right yet."
What was she even talking about?
So mysterious.
Chen Xing'er waved her hand and pulled out her phone. "I'll just order takeout. Tell me, what do you want to eat?"
If she had known it would end like this, why bother making a whole show for him for over half an hour?
Chen Fan helplessly withdrew his gaze. "You decide."
He was truly out of patience.
The takeout from Europa was clearly much more reliable than Chen Xing'er's efforts.
Within ten minutes, it arrived at Chen Fan's door. They had breakfast together, and it was only a little past nine by the time they finished.
Chen Fan leaned back comfortably on the sofa, flipping through a newspaper, but Chen Xing'er, fidgeting beside him, was seriously hindering his concentration.
He put down the newspaper with a sigh. "What do you want?"
"I'm bored."
Chen Fan took a deep breath, then pointed towards her room. "Go be bored in your room. Don't complain to me."
Hmph!
Stupid straight man!
Chen Xing'er stomped her feet, making sure each step was loud and heavy, to express her displeasure.
But Chen Fan on the sofa remained unmoved.
Was he deaf?
Chen Xing'er was so angry she slammed the door shut—
Well.
There was still no movement from downstairs.
It was like punching cotton.
She really wondered what kind of person could make Chen Fan's expression come alive.
Chen Xing'er threw herself onto the bed and tossed and turned a few times.
"Making me bored in my room at this hour, what am I supposed to do!"
"I just woke up, you can't expect me to go back to sleep again!"
Chen Xing'er grumbled indignantly and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over herself.
Forget it, I'll just space out for a while!
In another hour, in another hour I'll go downstairs and hurry Chen Tianjiao out the door!
Chen Xing'er secretly made up her mind, but—
She didn't know how she eventually drifted off into a daze and fell asleep.
What was even more terrifying was that when she woke up, it was already past two in the afternoon.
Chen Xing'er rubbed her sleepy eyes and glanced at the time, jolting upright. She sprang out of bed immediately!
Oh no, oh no!
"Why didn't Chen Tianjiao wake me up!"
"Did he intentionally want to get rid of me so he could go by himself!"
Chen Xing'er muttered angrily, descending the stairs with great haste.
If that darn Chen Tianjiao dared to leave her behind, then she would—
Never mind.
The premise was false.
Chen Xing'er saw Chen Fan sitting on the sofa in the same position he was in when she went upstairs and breathed a sigh of relief.
But even more strange questions arose. "Have you been sitting here the whole time?"
Chen Fan calmly put away the newspaper. "Is there a problem?"
"It's so boring! Chen Tianjiao, you're a block of wood!"
Who could sit on a sofa, motionless, and watch something for hours on end?
Boring?
Chen Fan chuckled. Was there anything more boring in this world than cultivation?
He could endure the tediousness of cultivation, so why not this trivial matter that required no brainpower.
Chen Fan stood up from his seat. "Alright, let's go."
Chen Xing'er was immediately satisfied.
She eagerly followed Chen Fan out the door.
Ruixing'er Restaurant was located in the heart of Europa City, with roads branching out in all directions. It was much easier to find than Hu Ji.
By the time Chen Fan parked the car at the entrance of the restaurant, only half an hour had passed.
Chen Xing'er clicked her tongue, looking at the building before her, and shook her head. "As expected of the wealthy."
"Look at this five-story palace before us."
"And look at the outward structure, as well as the annexes spreading out on both sides—"
Chen Xing'er gave Chen Fan a thumbs-up. "Even without considering the interior decoration, just looking at this exterior shell, you can tell a lot of money was spent. With such financial strength, it's no wonder they've become so popular in Europa so quickly."