At six o 'clock in the evening, Lu Zhou went to the kitchen, put on an apron, and began to cook. The little lass also followed him into the kitchen. She stood at the side and watched with interest.
There were a lot of ingredients in the fridge, probably bought by Mrs. Yang.
There was tofu, tenderloin, and some fresh vegetables. Not only that, but salt, pepper, and other seasonings that were almost used up were also replenished.
It seemed that she allowed him to borrow her stove. After all, she did not want her daughter to eat junk food and takeout every day.
But …
If that's the case, why not hire a nanny?
For Lu Zhou, it did not matter. It was great to be able to have dinner at his client's house. He did not have to spend his own money anyway. After he asked Han Mengqi if she could eat chili, he began to cook.
Han Mengqi, "Have you been a tutor before?"
Lu Zhou poured oil into the pot and said, "My first time."
Han Mengqi's eyes widened and she said, "Huh? I think you're a good tutor. "
"Really? Maybe it's because I occasionally tutored my sister. " He stir-fried the minced meat, put the tofu into the pot, and added water. He covered the pot and turned it to simmer. Lu Zhou went to the chopping board and began to chop the tomatoes.
He was going to make mapo tofu. As for the tomatoes, it was for scrambled eggs and tomatoes.
"You have a sister?" asked Han Mengqi. She looked at Lu Zhou and asked, "How old is she?"
"She's the same as you, a freshman in high school. She'll be a sophomore after this summer."
Han Mengqi moved closer to the pot and sniffed. She had an intoxicated look on her face as she sighed.
"I'm so jealous …"
"What's there to be jealous of? Sisters are very troublesome."
Han Mengqi tilted her head and asked, "Do you hate your sister?"
Lu Zhou thought for a bit and shook his head. "Not really. She's my family, why would I hate her? "
Or rather, it was precisely because they were family that they were willing to go through so much trouble.
"I'm still jealous …" Han Mengqi pouted and said, "It would be great if I had a brother."
What? So you want to be the troublemaker?
Lu Zhou rolled his eyes.
Han Mengqi stood to the side and looked at the bubbles in the pot. She didn't speak for a long time. Suddenly, she thought of something and asked, "Say, if my mom and dad divorced, would they give me another older brother?"
Lu Zhou thought for a moment and said, "I don't know … but even if she did, it would be a younger brother or sister."
Besides, do you really want your parents to get divorced that much?
It was simply incomprehensible.
Han Mengqi's face turned red as she realized that she had asked a stupid question. She stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.
The dishes were served on the table. This time, Lu Zhou cooked three cups of rice, so he didn't have to worry about not having enough to eat.
Sitting in front of the dining table, Han Mengqi ate the Mapo Tofu in big mouthfuls. Her fair forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and even her collar was wet from the fragrant sweat. However, she didn't seem to care. Instead, she was still talking about how satisfying it was.
Lu Zhou looked at the restless little girl and smiled as he said, "You're just like your sister, you both like to eat spicy food."
Han Mengqi, who was about to take a bite, paused for a second. She moved her spoon away and tilted her head as she said, "What? My sister doesn't like spicy food. "
Lu Zhou:???
Han Mengqi tilted her head and looked at Lu Zhou with a strange expression as she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Lu Zhou with an awkward expression.
I'll treat her to a meal next time and find a chance to apologize …
After eating, Lu Zhou cleaned up the dishes. He reminded Han Mengqi, who was watching the house by herself, to be careful. He then said goodbye.
He called a DiDi cab and went straight back to school.
When Lu Zhou got out of the car at the school gate, he received a WeChat transfer from Mrs. Yang.
[Transfer: 1000]
And …
[Yang Danyun: Thank you.]
When Lu Zhou saw the "thank you", he paused for a second before he smiled and replied, [You're welcome.]
Just as he was about to put his phone in his pocket, he suddenly received a phone call.
When Lu Zhou saw that it was Liu Rui, he was ecstatic. He thought that Liu Rui probably forgot his keys again. He picked up the call.
However, just as he was about to tease Liu Rui, he heard an anxious voice from the other end of the phone.
"Brother Lu, something big happened!"
…
After this happened, Liu Rui immediately contacted him.
Even though Lu Zhou felt like Liu Rui was gloating, at least he didn't hide it from him. Therefore, Lu Zhou was too lazy to care about him.
The most important thing right now was what was going on with this report?
Lu Zhou rushed back to his dorm. He held Liu Rui's phone and stared at the Weibo article on the screen.
[On China's Contemporary University Academic Atmosphere – Starting from an Undergraduate Student's Thesis]
The article first talked about China's academic environment. It went from mathematics to physics, from computers to ethics. The last sentence talked about why China couldn't produce great scientists like Einstein and Newton.
Anyone who had ever written an article before knew that the bigger the topic, the more it could be made up. There was no need for professionalism.
Then, it was another set of writing style. The pen moved like a dragon and a snake. Ignoring the academic value of the thesis, it focused on the nine SCI theses that were published in the same journal. Just like that, it portrayed an undergraduate student as an ignorant and incompetent "academic cancer" who only knew how to cheat on the thesis.
Yes, he used the term "academic cancer".
Finally, he pointed out that the undergraduate student was from the University of Jin Ling, and his surname was Lu.
The author was Zhu Fangcai, an education commentator, science writer, and a well-known scholar. There was also a Weibo logo behind his profile picture.
Wow, he has millions of fans!
However …
Lu Zhou was muddled.
Who is this guy?
I don't have any grudges with you, why are you messing with me like this?
Why can't I publish a thesis that was written with my own ability? Did I eat your rice? Did I drink your tap water?
Obviously, Liu Rui did not realize the seriousness of the problem. He held back his laughter and said, "When did you learn how to use computers? You can even publish in SCI? "
There was one more sentence that he did not say. He only said in his heart, "I'll try publishing a couple of theses."
"I learned it when I was watching videos. Can't I? Why do you care? "said Lu Zhou as he stared at the kid.
Liu Rui saw that Lu Zhou was not in a good mood and immediately shut his mouth.
Lu Zhou took a deep breath and calmed down. He then asked, "Where did you see it?"
He did not believe that this kid would be bored enough to follow some well-known education commentator or science writer.
Liu Rui quickly clarified, "A computer science student from the mathematical modeling training group reposted it on WeChat. I just happened to see it … Of course, I didn't repost it!"
Jealousy was jealousy, and competition was competition, but being narrow-minded did not necessarily mean that one's heart was bad. They were all brothers in the same dormitory, and he could not do such a thing that harms others without benefiting himself.
Lu Zhou ignored him and continued to stare at Weibo.
Liu Rui saw that Lu Zhou did not speak, so he asked, "What do we do?"
Lu Zhou did not know what to do. After all, he did not even have a Weibo account. He had only heard of Weibo but never used it.
Lu Zhou, "… Help me scold him."
Liu Rui, "Scold what … Wait, why don't you scold him yourself?"
Lu Zhou, "I don't have a Weibo account."
Liu Rui: "…"
In the end, Lu Zhou and Liu Rui discussed and decided to ignore this troll.
So what if you scold me?
I don't even care about you. Go and sing your own one-man show! Who cares about you, who cares about you!
Then, Lu Zhou carried his laptop bag and went to the library to study.
However, in the end, he still thought too simply.
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