Chapter 39: Dark Cuisine

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Shen Jun fell silent for a moment. After learning about Wen Nian’s study plan, he objectively pointed out the issue at hand. “If you want to catch up to the teacher’s curriculum by the time you reach your final year of high school, you need to complete three years’ worth of lessons in just one year. With your current pace, it’s impossible to achieve.”

Wen Nian pursed her lips, knowing that Shen Jun was speaking the truth. “I still have to try,” she said determinedly.

In Shen Jun’s eyes, Wen Nian looked like a dejected little rabbit who had just suffered a huge setback. He sighed and said, “You can barely understand what’s going on in class right now. You might as well not pay attention to it. You can use all your free time to work on it and ask me any questions you have during class. The key is to save as much time as possible. The concepts later on are even more difficult to grasp.”

Wen Nian’s eyes lit up. Shen Jun’s words essentially meant that she had secured a tutor! For this, it was definitely worth cleaning his house twice a week, let alone once a week.

Wen Nian promptly adjusted her approach and followed Shen Jun’s advice during class the following day. However, she refrained from asking questions immediately, taking into account that Shen Jun had his own tasks to attend to. Only if the concept was crucial, she would interrupt him. Otherwise, she jotted down the unfamiliar topics and cleared her doubts quickly after class.

Shen Jun was good in his studies and had a natural talent for teaching.Wen Nian felt like she had to roast her brother. Shen Jun’s guidance and explanations were like a standard answer, while Wen Yu’s were more like a reference answer. This highlighted the difference between individuals and their abilities.

However, her situation was even worse. She used to be the top student in her class, but now she was only better than the lowest-ranked students. Wen Nian could only console herself by thinking that she was at least not at the very bottom.

Saturday.

Wen Nian woke up at 7:30 am, by which time Wen Xing had already left for work and Wen Yu had already started his pre-match training in the classroom. Knowing that Zhou Mei would come home from her graveyard shift later, she gave up on the idea of going out to eat. She prepared millet porridge and stir-fried two side dishes for her mother. As she finished cooking, Zhou Mei arrived home.

Wen Nian scooped a bowl of porridge from the kitchen. “Mom, you are back just in time. Get some rest after eating.”

Seeing the breakfast on the table, Zhou Mei felt the fatigue from the night shift dissipating a lot. She sat down at the table and rubbed Wen Nian’s head. She smiled and said, “I haven’t eaten your food in a long time. It’s good to have a daughter. Your brother has grown up. It’s already lucky that he hasn’t poisoned us to death.”

Before moving to Hai City, in order to earn money, Wen Xing went out of town for work. Zhou Mei was busy farming and taking care of the family. At that time, the 10-year-old Wen Yu felt sorry for Zhou Mei, who still had to cook when she returned home. And so, he volunteered to cook, but that resulted in the entire family not daring to let him touch the wok again. Instead, Wen Nian inherited Zhou Mei’s good culinary skills.

At the thought of Wen Yu’s dark cuisine, Wen Nian pursed her lips and snickered. “Perhaps your culinary skills are only passed down to women and not men.”

After breakfast, Wen Nian took the bus to Xifeng Court.

Wei Feng bought a duplex flat here and moved in from the old house a few years later. Wei Xiao would occasionally come over to stay with Wei Feng for a few days. After Wen Nian found out, she used various excuses to visit Wei Feng. Unexpectedly, Wei Feng and Shen Jun lived in the same building.

Wen Nian had been to Xifeng Court many times in her previous life and was quite familiar with this layout.

When they arrived at the gate of the district, Wen Nian contacted Shen Jun first. The security guard only allowed her in after confirming it.

After locating the building, Wen Nian faced another obstacle—a security door that required either facial recognition or a password from a resident. Of course, she could enter the building with the help of a resident. However, a card was needed to use the elevator and the card could only take the user to the floor of the resident who owned the card.

The property prices in Xifeng Courtyard were considered the most expensive in Hai City, not only due to the scenic greenery and impressive architectural design, but also because of the high level of security measures implemented. Many wealthy and influential individuals had purchased houses here as a way to display their social status.

Those who could stay here had hired servants. Of course, Shen Jun was an exception. He could only take the elevator down and bring them upstairs.

Shen Jun lived on the 12th floor, the top floor of the building. The original layout consisted of two separate units on the same floor, but he knocked down the wall between them to create an open layout. Now, as he was the only one living in this four to five hundred square meter house, it appeared particularly spacious.

Wen Nian entered and changed into a pair of disposable slippers. She then saw the spacious living room. The television screen took up one-third of the front wall, playing a movie, while an astronomical telescope was placed by the French window.

Then, she noticed two instant noodle bowls and a game console on the coffee table, along with an open laptop.

Wen Nian observed that there were some clothes scattered on a chair in the dining room and on the sofa in the living room, which was connected to the dining area. Although the room was huge, it was messy in every corner. However, the kitchen was immaculate and appeared to have never been used, despite being fully stocked with rice, noodles, oil, condiments, and other essentials.

Fortunately, the Shen Jun’s house only had two rooms, a gym room and a bedroom.