Chapter Twenty-Eight: Man Is So Fickle
Praise loudly: "Delicious! Soft on the palate and with a unique aroma, I declare: from now on my favorite food is steamed potatoes! ”
Yun Qingfeng smiled and didn't speak, and continued to brush the pot to prepare to fry shredded potatoes.
Zhao Jingcheng thought that Yun Qingfeng didn't believe him, and explained anxiously: "What I said is true, steamed potatoes are really delicious, and I like steamed potatoes the most." ”
"Mmmm, I know what you say is true, and I like steamed potatoes too." , It's just that ...... I like the most, it's a little hard to say, after all, there are too many delicious foods, as long as it's delicious, she likes them all.
Zhao Jingcheng has only eaten steamed potatoes so far, and he said that he likes steamed potatoes the most, and when he eats scrambled eggs with tomatoes, his favorite may become scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and when he eats braised pork, he may become braised pork again.
People are so fickle, Yun Qingfeng understands, because she is also so fickle, hahahaha.
Zhao Jingcheng only thought that Yun Qingfeng was perfunctory to him, and went to the living room to eat unhappy.
After eating, looking at the empty bowl, Zhao Jingcheng suddenly woke up and asked in horror: "Have you tested the dark matter content?" Why didn't I see you with a dark matter detector? ”
Yun Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, he didn't know how to answer, he couldn't tell him that he could see dark matter, right?
Zhao Jingcheng saw that Yun Qingfeng didn't speak, he just thought that she hadn't tested it, so he took out the dark matter detector and moved to the kitchen tremblingly.
Seeing this, Yun Qingfeng immediately comforted: "I tested it with your father's dark matter detector this morning, and it's no problem." ”
Zhao Jingcheng calmed down a little when he heard this, but he just didn't tremble, and stubbornly took the hand-held dark matter detector to test the steamed potatoes, and didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the detector emitted a green light.
However, before this breath was finished, the detector instantly emitted a red light, and Zhao Jingcheng lifted it up again in an instant, almost choking him to death.
It happened that the pot was hot, and Yun Qingfeng was about to pour oil, so he didn't have time to pay attention to him.
Zhao Jingcheng trembled and raised the detector to detect the steamed potatoes, he didn't believe that the green light he had just seen was an illusion, and sure enough, the detector emitted another green light.
Zhao Jingcheng remembered the red light just now, it was not an illusion, what was going on? Suddenly seeing the whole potato next to him, Zhao Jingcheng tentatively scanned it, and the detector lived up to his expectations and emitted a red light.
It turned out that Zhao Jingcheng accidentally pressed the detection button after testing the steamed potatoes just now, and Zhao Jingcheng was taking back the detector at that time, and the detector just started to detect when it scanned the potatoes with skin during the retraction process, and then it emitted a red light.
Zhao Jingcheng was very puzzled, holding the detector to detect potatoes and steamed potatoes back and forth, red light for a while and green light for a while, Zhao Jingcheng's brain was about to explode by the alternating red and green light, what is the situation?
Potatoes have dark matter, steamed potatoes have no dark matter? How does this work?
Zhao Jingcheng really couldn't figure it out, he looked up at the sky exhausted, his eyes were full of helplessness, and his always smart brain seemed to be muddled, and he wouldn't turn anymore.
If he hadn't been frightened by Yun Qingfeng's failure to detect it at the beginning, and then he was frightened by the red light, he would definitely have thought that the steamed potatoes did not have potato skin, but the potato skin contained dark matter, and the potatoes in it did not have dark matter.
After all, only some of the interstellar plants have dark matter, and there are many of them, but he has lost the ability to think after being frightened one after another.
Before he could recover his senses, he was startled by a crackling sound.