Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 50 Thunder Cuisine

"Bye-bye, Fu Chen. Be careful on the road, and remember to bring us breakfast tomorrow morning!"

After martial arts class ended, it was time to go home. Someone shouted this out in the crowd of Class 5, Grade 1.

This completely baffled Fu Chen. If he remembered correctly, all his breakfasts had just been confiscated by the academic affairs office that morning.

The purpose is to scare them.

But after just one day, they seemed to have completely forgotten about it.

They're asking me to buy them breakfast tomorrow, which is just ridiculous.

He had deliberately had his breakfast confiscated by the academic affairs office so that he wouldn't waste his time on these kinds of things.

So why would I bother going to such lengths to buy them breakfast for a few cents? I decided to learn from my mistakes.

If once doesn't work, try twice; if twice doesn't work, try three times.

Quantitative change often leads to qualitative change; they can't remember it the first time. So they try twice, three times, or even more!

That way, they'll only regret doing it after their breakfasts are confiscated every time.

Still a smiling tiger, still laughing and joking.

After greeting his classmates, Fu Chen rode his bicycle home happily.

To be honest, life at Pui Choi Middle School was pretty good.

Unlike other martial arts middle schools or key high schools.

Other schools generally require students to work at least 11 or 12 hours a day, from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m.

We only rest for about 2 to 3 hours at noon.

Pui Choi Secondary School is open from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.

Evening self-study sessions are waived for first- and second-year high school students.

Only senior high school students need this.

This is where the difference comes in: Pui Choi Secondary School has a lot more free time compared to other regular high schools.

However, freedom is also unfreedom in some aspects, often seen in Pei Choi Middle School.

Even during free time when there are no classes, there are many things that cannot be done.

The student handbook lists over 1000 things that students are not allowed to do at school.

And most importantly, entertainment is a very important part of life.

High school happens to be the time when people love to play the most, and Pei Choi High School is even stricter than other martial arts high schools or regular high schools.

Cell phones are strictly prohibited from being brought into the campus.

So on the day of enrollment, everyone was subjected to a rigorous check.

They were only allowed to enter the school after undergoing a complicated check to ensure they did not bring their phones into the school.

Anyone who has been to school knows how difficult it would be for a normal student to live in a dormitory without a mobile phone.

And more importantly, they were also poor students, students who didn't study.

Students who don't study don't have cell phones, and they have absolutely no entertainment options; they can only read the books that the school provides.

In just one night, Liu Haitao and his friends read famous novels like "Battle Through the Heavens" several times over.

They began to question their lives and started to automatically imagine the happy life they had outside.

"Fu Chen is having such a great time! He's a day student, he must be having a blast outside, able to play on his phone all day!"

Yao Zhiai and her classmates sat around on the lawn on the playground, complaining.

"Hey, Jiaxin, can you figure out what Fu Chen is doing right now?"

Chen Jiaxin fiddled with the tarot cards in his hand, and then stroked the crystal ball at her waist and on her head.

"He's playing on his phone right now."

Pooh!

Upon witnessing all this, Hua Gua couldn't help but spit.

What the hell kind of divination is this?

Anyone can imagine that if a proper high school student goes home and doesn't practice cultivation or do anything else, what else can he do but play on his phone?

Can this be called divination?

"Hua Gua, why don't you have your fortune told too?"

Edwards seemed to have forgotten the offensive remark Edwards made at noon that day, saying he was worthless, and enthusiastically gave him a push in return.

Hua Gua snorted without any politeness, then took out a copper coin and his tortoise shell.

It gurgled and shook inside the tortoise shell, then tossed out three copper coins.

Pointing at the copper coins with different front and back sides, he muttered something to himself.

No one knew what he was muttering, nor were they interested in knowing; they just wanted to know what he had calculated.

"Fu Chen was indeed playing on his phone."

"cut…"

Upon hearing this, everyone unanimously expressed their disdain.

Chen Jiaxin expressed her disdain and doubt, saying that Hua Gua clearly lacked any real strength or knowledge.

He's just repeating his own words; it's a classic case of hindsight bias.

Others despised him because his answer was exactly the same as Chen Jiaxin's.

What they really wanted to see was two students, one from the East and one from the West, practicing fortune telling and divination, giving different answers to each other. That way, being on opposite sides would create a more interesting competition.

This is no longer electronic cricket fighting; it's real-life cricket fighting.

Meanwhile, Fu Cheng was in his kitchen, scrolling through his phone while the spatula in his hand steamed.

If using a mobile phone to open a certain book and search for hype strategies and cooking videos is considered playing on your phone, then in some ways, Chen Jiaxin and Hua Gua's predictions were actually quite accurate.

Does anyone know the answer, family members?

High school freshmen have to cook for their parents after school.

Sometimes Fu Chen was speechless.

But it's always been like this. My parents go out to deliver food every day, and after school, he automatically cooks all the meals for them when they get home, making sure to avoid peak meal times because those are when they get the most orders—he can't afford to miss out on making money.

Fu Chen was also busy today.

He designed some exciting dishes, namely stir-fried potatoes with tomatoes, stir-fried enoki mushrooms with cherry tomatoes, and tomato and egg soup.

There was no other way; he didn't want to use the entire family's resources.

These tomatoes were bought by my mom and me a couple of days ago when they saw them on sale at the supermarket, and we bought them by the boxful.

Looking at it now, it seems like we wouldn't be able to finish it even in a week.

In their family, Fu Chen definitely holds the highest position.

Let's just say that.

The fruits or vegetables he chooses, once placed in his mother's basket, will never be picked out.

Of course, where there is a sleeping dragon, there must be a phoenix chick.

It can be described as absolute, that is, 100%, and it's not just him; his father is even more extraordinary.

The fruits and vegetables were picked out by his father, Fu Longhu.

My mom will definitely throw it out of the grocery basket.

Isn't this a case of the student surpassing the teacher?

Halfway through cooking, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from inside.

"Dad, Mom, why are you back so early?"

"Stop talking! Our stationmaster's mistress got caught by his wife, and they're fighting right now. Turn off the fire, we came back to take you to see a show!"

Fu Longhu and Liu Liping said anxiously.