Defect another world

Chapter 593
Only then did Meng Fei discover a problem.Xiao Han looks like a good wife and mother, but in fact she doesn't know how to cook.

She is the kind of woman who can learn anything well if she studies hard.For example, after entering the scarab bank, he learned sales and financial management, and after he went to the foreign department, he learned how to kill under Lao Li.

But she never had the chance to learn how to cook.

When I was in a mental hospital, I couldn't cook for myself, and when I worked overtime in the bank, I didn't have the opportunity to cook for myself.In Moon Hall, there are restaurants where you don’t need to cook by yourself.

But it's too late to learn now.

"Do you want me to help?"

Seeing her busy to and fro with Meng Fei felt a bit sorry.

"No, no, Brother Meng, go and rest."

Xiao Han directly pushed him back onto the sofa.

After a while, Meng Fei saw a pillar of fire rising from the pot to the ceiling.He started the micro-control and jumped up, first turned off the gas, and then put the lid on the pot.

The flame turned into a puff of black smoke, billowing out from under the transparent lid, and spreading towards the white ceiling and walls.

"It should be that the oil temperature is too high, causing it to boil. Then the boiling oil gas mixes with air and starts to burn."

Xiao Han embarrassedly wiped his smoldering face, and summed up the lessons of failure.

"Need to put the potatoes in the oil before it reaches the boiling point!"

The description of the recipe was obviously not as precise as the experimental steps that Suzaku taught her.For example, "burn the oil to [-]% hot", the "[-]%" is difficult for her to understand.

"Well, maybe you're right."

Meng Fei could only nod his head, then searched the room for the location of the fire extinguisher with his eyes, and carefully retreated to the sofa.

Half an hour later, the fragrant braised potato sirloin has been placed in a glass plate on the table, and the oil is as bright as a plate of amber.Xiao Han is indeed a fast learner.

The steamed sea bass was also a success.The onion, ginger, and garlic slices neatly arranged in the belly of the fish and the cooking wine on top perfectly eliminate the fishy smell, leaving only the fragrance of the jade-like meat.

Another plate of tomato scrambled eggs is a very simple dish, but the combination of red and yellow brings warmth to the cold light green tablecloth.

Meng Fei, who ate instant noodles and rice balls for several days, whetted his appetite and ate two bowls of rice in a row.The three dishes were also swept away by the two in the silent scramble.

The soaring blood sugar after lunch brought a strong drowsiness, and Meng Fei yawned.

"Brother Meng, go and take a nap, I'll clean it up."

Xiao Han has already put on the yellow apron and plastic gloves again.

Meng Fei was about to obediently go back to sleep on the sofa, Xiao Han pointed to the bed and said, "You might as well sleep on the bed. Anyway, I don't have the habit of taking a nap."

"it is good!"

Xiao Han made the bed spotlessly clean, as neat as a piece of calm water.Meng Fei lay down in deep sleepiness, feeling like sinking into the water.

He fell asleep almost as soon as he hit the pillow.Xiao Han pulled the quilt over to cover him, and then went to clean the dining table.

I don't know how long it has been. 10 minutes?Two 10 minutes?Meng Fei was still dreaming, when he suddenly heard an ethereal and distant music from some kind of Xizhou flute.

This music is a bit familiar.

Meng Fei's drowsiness was swept away, and he just sat up.Because he realized that it was not his cell phone ringtone, but Zhang Feng's cell phone ringtone!
Zhang Feng's cell phone was completely copied by Li Mu, and it has been kept at Meng Fei's place waiting for a rabbit.

If the murderer cannot determine whether Zhang Feng is dead or alive, it is obviously safer to call Zhang Feng to contact Zhang Feng than to go directly to the door and throw himself into the net.

Of course, this mobile phone has already been under technical means by Meng Fei.This time, if the other party uses that encryption method again, he may not be unable to trace the source.

So he was waiting for this call in his dreams!

state!
When he sat up suddenly, Xiao Han happened to move his head closer, and their faces collided fiercely.Xiao Han dodged back like an electric shock, then took another step forward, and reached out to touch Meng Fei's forehead:

"Brother Meng, didn't you hurt you? I just heard Zhang Feng's cell phone ringing, and I was wondering if I should wake you up."

"I'm fine, are you okay?"

"it's okay no problem."

Xiao Han handed Zhang Feng's cell phone to him.

Incoming calls, the key is to see if the call is a strange call!
Chen Han would immediately receive an alert at Muentang and start tracking.The longer he talks, the more likely it is that Chen Han will eventually find the real source.

"This number is an overseas number, please be careful of fraud."
The first thing Meng Fei saw was not the calling number, but the prompt that popped up on the screen.This time the murderer didn't use the virtual number, but used an overseas call?

But whether it is a domestic virtual number or a real overseas call, it may be realized by using some kind of technical method to prevent tracking.

The key is to see if Chen Han and the others can track the real location of the caller.

Meng Fei answered the phone.Unexpectedly, he heard a series of rambling and gluttonous words ringing on the phone.

His gluttonous language is very general.It is no problem to read some technical documents, but it is very difficult to understand the words, and it is even more troublesome to speak.

When the other party chattered a lot, Meng Fei finally decided to break the jar and utter a pure Qingmang language: "Who are you?"

In fact, he wanted to say who the hell are you?Speaking foreign languages ​​directly in front of me, is this bullying me for failing in gluttonous language?Are you provocative?
"..."

The other party seemed to be caught in a long silent test.Meng Fei added another sentence:
"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. Can you use Mandarin?"

There was a flurry of conversation and footsteps coming from the microphone.A few minutes later, the phone was apparently handed to another person.This time it is Qingmang language.

"May I ask if you are Zhang Feng from Qingmei University?"

"Yes, it's me."

Meng Fei lowered his voice to answer.

If the murderer is someone who is familiar with Zhang Feng, it is possible to tell from the voice that he is not Zhang Feng.The lower his voice was, the longer it would take for the other party to make a judgment.

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

"I'm sorry. Just now our colleagues here didn't realize that you don't understand Taotie."

"It's not that I don't understand at all. I can read and write, but my listening and speaking are poor. Are you?"

Meng Fei confessed honestly.It suddenly occurred to him that all the papers published by Zhang Feng all over the world were gluttonous.It would be illogical to say that I do not understand Taotie language at all.

"We are the Nautilus Institute. We sent you an invitation a few months ago, and then we received your application for admission."

Meng Fei scratched his head and said, "It seems to be the case. What's the matter?"

"I am honored to inform you that your application for admission has been approved. You will be a graduate student at our institute."

(End of this chapter)