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Chapter 21 Idle is idle

In the following days, Zhou Xiaoyun entered a feverish state of scientific research. Gao Fan only provided her with some directions, and she needed to transform Gao Fan's ideas into actual designs. Of course, her design was only for chemical equipment.

At one stage, the specific structure of a container, what materials are used, and processes such as machining and welding need to be designed by engineers from chemical equipment companies. This is not what Zhou Xiaoyun is good at.

Zhou Xiaoyun promised Ran Yuying that she would take good care of Gao Fan's life. But once she started drawing, she forgot about things and me. Every time Gao Fan came home from school, he found that the pot was cold, the vegetable basket was empty, and even the thermos bottle was in it.

The water is cold.

With no choice, Gao Fan had no choice but to do it himself. He bought the vegetables on the way home from school, washed and cooked rice when he got home, washed and stir-fried vegetables. He could also take advantage of the time of washing vegetables to boil a pot of water for the disheveled Zhou Xiaoyun.

a cup of tea.

"Hey, Xiaofan, why are you back? Are there no classes today?"

Zhou Xiaoyun asked in hindsight while holding hot tea.

"Gong Zhou, it's already 12 noon and I'm back from school." Gao Fan reminded him in a dumbfounded voice.

Zhou Xiaoyun usually looks quite capable, and she also pays attention to appearance. Even if she wears a blue cloth work clothes from the factory, she can still wear a little Pujiang petty bourgeoisie charm. But this time, she had a confused look on her face, and she was obviously still thinking.

Stay in the design drawing, without returning to the essence.

Her hair was messy, and there was even a little ink stain on her face. She looked very much like the junior sisters of Gao Fan in his previous life when he was studying for a Ph.D. Gao Fan only felt angry and funny, and even his aunt didn't like it.

I called, and the word "weekly worker" came directly.

Zhou Xiaoyun didn't care about Gao Fan's offense. She patted her head and said: "Oh, look at me, why is it so late? I haven't had time to cook yet. Just wait, I'll be right..."

"Go and wash your face right away, comb your hair, and get ready for dinner. I'll fry another dish and then you can have dinner," Gao Fan said.

Fortunately, Gao Fan's family is located in a fertilizer factory. Most families in the county use briquette stoves or firewood stoves, and the families of the fertilizer factory have used piped gas a few years ago, and it is completely free. This

In the 1970s, it was normal to rely on the people who depended on the company. The most indispensable thing in the fertilizer plant was gas. A small amount of the gas sent to the synthesis tower was enough to be used by all the employees of the factory.

The gas stove is very convenient for cooking, and Gao Fan in his previous life also had some cooking skills, so when Zhou Xiaoyun finished packing, the food was indeed on the table.

The three dishes, one meat and two vegetarian, were all delicious and delicious, which amazed Zhou Xiaoyun.

"I can't tell, Xiaofan, you actually know how to cook, and you do it so well. Why have I never heard your mother tell you about it before?" Zhou Xiaoyun took a bite of Gao Fan's stir-fried Mushu Pork, and her eyes widened in surprise.

eyes.

"How can it be so difficult?" Gao Fan said lightly, "I have watched my mother cook since I was a child. I have learned it after watching it a lot."

"No, your mother is good at cooking, but not in this style. The food you cook is a bit like Shandong cuisine."

"As expected, Zhou Gong came from Dapujiang and is well-informed. The Mushu Pork I fried was indeed made according to the Shandong cuisine recipe."

"Have you seen the recipe?"

"It's just a hobby."

"No way, Xiaofan, when did you learn so many things, and how come I never knew about it in the past?"

"You're a late bloomer, that's what I'm talking about."

"Hahaha, you are only a little older and you dare to say that you are a late bloomer. You are more like a teenager than a mature person." Zhou Xiaoyun burst out laughing.

The Gao Fan in front of me still looks like his eyebrows have not grown, and he is a bit childish, but he speaks and acts in an old-fashioned way. The contrast is so great that it makes people feel happy no matter how he looks at it.

"I'm sorry, Xiaofan, it's my fault today."

After Zhou Xiaoyun finished laughing, she began to reflect seriously: "When I got up in the morning, I wanted to finish drawing a design and then go shopping. As a result, I came up with a lot of new ideas while drawing, and I couldn't hold them back all of a sudden, so I didn't even pay attention.

Time flies by so fast. I originally told your mother that I would take care of you, but instead asked you to cook for me. I’m really embarrassed."

"What are you talking about, Auntie." Gao Fan waved his hand and said, "You are busy with business. I know you went to bed after at least two o'clock last night, and you got up early and continued drawing. Anyway, I am idle.

, it doesn’t take much effort to cook.”

"What does idleness mean? You should be the most nervous now, okay?" Zhou Xiaoyun said, "You should spend all your time reviewing your homework now, and the college entrance examination will be in more than a month.

"

Gao Fan said: "Actually, I'm not that nervous. I've already reviewed it. Now I just have to memorize political current affairs and so on. I won't spend too much time on other homework."

"Why did you just review? What score do you think you can get?"

"530," Gao Fanniu said coaxingly.

In 1982, the total score of the science subject of the college entrance examination was 640 points, and the admission score for the college entrance examination was 410 points. If Gao Fan could score 530 points, it might be a bit suspenseful to enter the University of Science and Technology of China, but there would be no suspense about entering Qingbei.

Zhou Xiaoyun pointed at Gao Fan and said, "Xiaofan, are you too confident? Your mother said that as long as you can score 480 points, she will treat everyone in the office to eat saqima.

Five yuan per person. If you can get a score of 530, wouldn’t she want to treat everyone in Cangtang County to dinner?”

Gao Fan complained: "But, my estimate is already very conservative. Look, I can get at least 80 points in Chinese, right? 110 points in mathematics, 90 points in physics, 90 points in chemistry, 45 points in biology, 60 points in English, and a little bit less in politics.

60 points, this adds up to 535, and I missed it by 5 points."

"Do you think so? You can only deduct 10 points for each of the three subjects of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry?"

"The deduction of 10 points is a conservative estimate. We have done simulation questions in the past few days at school. I have perfect scores in math, 96 in physics, and 98 in chemistry. Moreover, I only spent half the time on each subject."

"Are you telling the truth?" Zhou Xiaoyun looked at Gao Fan's face and couldn't believe it.

Of course Gao Fan is not the kind of kid who doesn't know how to brag, but what's the point of telling a lie that can be exposed just by asking the teacher?

If it weren't a lie, then Gao Fan's grades would be incredible. Zhou Xiaoyun clearly remembered that Ran Yuying had nagged her not long ago, saying that Gao Fan's math scores were unstable and that he could not get 90 points every time on a 120-point paper.

I asked Zhou Xiaoyun if he had any quick review methods.

Only a few days have passed, and Gao Fan actually said that he could get full marks in mathematics and it only took half the time.

"No, I want to call your teacher and ask. I'll call you in the afternoon." Zhou Xiaoyun said.

She really couldn't believe Gao Fan's words. She had to find out whether Gao Fan really had enlightenment or was just bragging. If he was bragging, what was his purpose?


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