Chapter 0289 Dark Days

If God had to listen to everyone's prayers, He would surely die of exhaustion, because people's wishes are simply too numerous for God to fulfill.

So, generally speaking, prayer is mostly useless.

Just like Zhao Fusheng now, expressionless as he watched Fan Baobao busy in the kitchen, he felt not a trace of happiness.

That's right, not a single trace of happiness.

Logically, a beautiful, youthful girl willing to cook for him should make Zhao Fusheng feel blessed. But unfortunately, if that girl is a dark cuisine chef, no man would consider himself lucky.

Soon, the first dish was brought out.

Looking at the object on the plate, shaped like a basin, Zhao Fusheng blinked: "What's this?"

"Huh?" Fan Baobao was startled, then smiled: "Mashed potatoes."

Mashed potatoes?

Zhao Fusheng felt his eyesight might have been poor before, because the mashed potatoes in his memory looked quite different from this dark lump in front of him.

"Ahem, maybe I put a bit too much soy sauce," Fan Baobao said sheepishly.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and didn't say much. If it was mashed potatoes, as long as she didn't add too much soy sauce and salt, it shouldn't be too bad, especially since Fan Baobao hadn't made much.

He figured he could eat some with rice and water.

But when the next thing was brought out, Zhao Fusheng couldn't stay calm. What the hell was that? There were red and green things all mixed up, and what was that black object floating on top?

"This..." Out of curiosity, Zhao Fusheng politely asked Fan Baobao.

"It's soup. The red is tomato, the green is cabbage," Fan Baobao said, seeming to know it wasn't well-made. She blinked: "The black stuff is burnt scallions..."

Zhao Fusheng wanted to call his mom for help. He felt that if he finished this meal, he'd definitely shorten his life by ten years.

If that were all, it would be fine, but Fan Baobao had learned some Western cooking somewhere and had cut up a sausage to make him toast.

But the problem was, other people's toast was bread fried in butter; why was his toast sliced bread fried in soybean oil?

Fan Baobao's face darkened. She hadn't felt anything when cooking herself, at least thinking it looked somewhat decent, but Zhao Fusheng's reaction and complaints made her lose her composure.

"Is it that bad? You're just too picky!" Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, pointing at another dark lump: "What's this? Don't tell me it's a meat dish."

"It is meat, so what!" Miss Fan said confidently: "I just didn't watch the heat, it got a little burnt."

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng gave a cold laugh: "Hah, do you think I'm blind or stupid? This is a little burnt? It's completely charred, isn't it?"

Fan Baobao was embarrassed but still held her head high: "Why do you care so much? Just taste it first."

Zhao Fusheng blinked, then took a deep breath and said: "Promise me one thing, okay?"

Hearing this, Fan Baobao was stunned, looking at him at a loss, not knowing what he was about to say seriously. Although their relationship was complicated now, no matter the reason, she knew she couldn't refuse whatever he asked.

"Go ahead, I'll definitely agree," Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng, but inside she had resolved to agree as long as his request wasn't too much.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "If I get food poisoning later, remember to call the hospital for me."

"Get lost!"

Fan Baobao was furious, wanting to kick him out. She had just been thinking about all sorts of things, and it turned out he was just worried about getting sick from her cooking.

Zhao Fusheng resignedly sighed, picked up a spoon, scooped some mashed potatoes, and took a bite.

"How is it?" Fan Baobao asked expectantly.

Zhao Fusheng didn't speak, just widened his eyes, a shocked expression on his face, then nodded vigorously.

Overjoyed, Fan Baobao picked up a spoon and took a big bite herself.

"Ugh!"

As the mashed potatoes entered her mouth, a pungent salty taste rushed straight to her brain. Fan Baobao covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting heavily.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng also rushed in, and the two of them vomited together over the toilet bowl.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

After vomiting for a long time, Fan Baobao still felt her mouth full of the taste of soy sauce and salt.

She looked up at Zhao Fusheng: "You did that on purpose."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, wiped his mouth, and handed Fan Baobao a bottle of water: "I thought, how could I enjoy such delicious food alone? I had to share it with the most important person to me."

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then glared at Zhao Fusheng: "You're just a bad egg through and through."

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Fusheng laughed smugly. Tricking Fan Baobao like this undoubtedly made him very happy.

Since the mashed potatoes were like that, he knew without tasting that the rest of the dishes would be the same. Although Fan Baobao was reluctant, after taking a sip of soup and rushing back to the bathroom, she gave up her unrealistic ideas.

Cleaning up the mess, Fan Baobao sat dejectedly beside Zhao Fusheng, looking at the instant noodles he had placed on the coffee table.

"Am I too stupid?"

Miss Fan was clearly hit hard. She had carefully prepared to show off in front of Zhao Fusheng, but not only did she fail, she ended up quite embarrassed.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao and suddenly smiled: "Let me ask you, have you killed someone recently?"

"Huh?"

Fan Baobao looked confused, completely clueless about what Zhao Fusheng was saying.

"You must have beaten the salt seller to death, otherwise why would every dish have so much salt?" Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily.

"Get lost!" Fan Baobao was furious, reaching out to slap his shoulder: "Always talking nonsense."

Then she said seriously: "Don't worry, I'll check the recipe again. Next time, I'll make it delicious."

Zhao Fusheng's face instantly turned pale. He quickly said to Fan Baobao: "Uh, no need for that trouble. I'll cook, okay? Don't worry."

"Huh?" Fan Baobao looked up and saw Zhao Fusheng nodding earnestly.

"Alright then, I'll try your cooking," Miss Fan nodded, putting on a reluctant expression.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her and felt something was off.