Solve the Person Who Created the Problem If You Can't Solve the Problem

Vincent carried Gu Gu downstairs and stared at Rinne, who was busy in the kitchen, as if he had seen a ghost.

He stiffly turned his neck to look at Eric was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.

"Dad, what's wrong with her?"

"You mean Rinne? She said she's going to cook dinner to thank us for being her guide this afternoon."

"Okay." Vincent sat down at the dining table with trepidation.

He put the Gu Gu on the table and then began to pray silently.

Perhaps it was Merlin's intervention, for a rich and familiar scent wafted over.

It has a rich aroma of garlic and chili, as well as a very unique sour flavor.

It's sauerkraut fish!

Vincent couldn't help but swallow hard.

As long as you use fresh fish, even if the fish meat is cooked until it falls apart at the touch, it won't taste too bad.

He couldn't help but start to look forward to it.

Rinne did not disappoint him; a plate of delicious-looking pickled fish was soon served.

Next came pan-fried salmon and braised prawns, and finally, a seafood hot pot that made everyone's mouths water.

Vincent stared wide-eyed.

Rinne, sitting next to him, felt a little awkward under his gaze. "What? You didn't know I could cook?"

"I really don't know."

She proudly raised her little face, "You're lucky today, I rarely cook."

Vincent picked up his chopsticks and gently picked up a whole piece of fish.

It didn't break, so it looks like it was coated with egg white.

It has a tender texture and a tangy flavor.

"You used sea bream?"

Rinne nodded. "I was originally planning to make sashimi, but Auntie told me you like Chinese food, so I went out and bought some seasonings."

The pan-fried salmon was cooked to perfection, and the seasoning of the braised prawns was also flawless.

As for seafood hot pot, it's the dish least likely to disappoint.

As long as the ingredients are cleaned properly, they won't taste bad even without any seasoning.

A master of Chinese cuisine was right beside me!

Why bother signing up for a cooking class? Just learn from her directly.

The Wayne family raved about her cooking, including Gugu, who had just eaten a large Gu Gu.

After a delightful dinner, it was time for Rinne to return to the hotel.

Before she left, she exchanged a glance with Evelyn, as if there was some little secret between them.

Only after the burgundy GT-R drove away did the family of four turn around and go home.

Vincent took Gu Gu back to his room, while Evelyn made a phone call.

Eric wasn't curious; he went to the shop counter and looked at the ledger.

Business hasn't been good for the past two weeks, it seems I really have to change careers completely.

These days, selling supercars is no different from selling guns. You might not get a single sale in ten days or half a month anyway, so you might as well switch careers.

Another ordinary day has come to an end.

Early the next morning, Vincent took Gu Gu outside to test the Flying Suit.

The reason it bounced around yesterday was mainly because the little guy couldn't control the output power properly.

If it shows even the slightest sign of losing its balance, it will panic and instinctively accelerate.

If the armor hadn't been strong enough, the little guy would probably have been knocked unconscious long ago.

By the time it gradually got used to the Flying Suit, it was already noon.

Vincent had just returned home when he was completely petrified.

The Gu Gu in his arms followed his gaze to the kitchen and saw three familiar figures cooking.

Evelyn, Rinne, and Hermione.

"Gu Gu!" It excitedly flapped its little wings.

Coming to his Vincent walked up to Eric, who was reading a newspaper.

"Dad, what are they doing?"

"It's nothing, Rinne has become their new cooking teacher."

Such a discordant scene...

Hermione, who was marinating fish slices, seemed to sense his gaze and turned around to wink at him playfully.

Vincent sat blankly beside Eric. "Dad, what does it mean that a girl is willing to put aside her hostility towards another girl for you?"

Eric put down his newspaper and glanced at the kitchen.

He reached out and gently patted his son's head. "Silly boy, do you even need to think about this? What else could it be but true love?"

Vincent nodded thoughtfully.

Although... but... he hasn't done anything yet, isn't she being too proactive?

Eric went back to reading the newspaper.

The Daily Prophet is so boring without Rita; it's either praising the Ministry of Magic or lavishly extolling Fudge.

Even if you're bored, you still have to watch it; maybe it's hiding some big news.

Peter Pettigrew is hospitalized again, Mrs. Pettigrew suffers another mental breakdown!

Wow, there really is big news.

I wonder which unsung hero actually managed to give Peter Pettigrew a hard time while the Auror were changing shifts last night.

She deserved it, but poor Mrs. Pettigrew.

Fudge is truly cruel; even after being tortured like this, he still insisted on maintaining the original execution date.

Peter Pettigrew's last month or so will only become more miserable, Mrs. Pettigrew could go completely insane at any moment.

Eric handed the newspaper to Vincent. "Your stupid minister is so heartless. In order to concentrate all the public's anger, he even ruthlessly drove an elderly mother insane."

Vincent glanced at it quickly and said, "Fudge's vision is too short-sighted. He only thinks about how to get out of the current predicament, and always ignores the bigger hidden dangers because of this."

If Peter Pettigrew dies before his execution, where will the people's anger be directed?

The Ministry of Magic that Mrs. Pettigrew mad?

It's another vicious cycle.

Eric couldn't help but ask curiously, "If you were the minister, how would you deal with Peter Pettigrew?"

Vincent thought about it carefully, "If it were me, I would definitely carry out the execution immediately after the trial, nipping any potential problems in the bud."

"And what about the public's anger towards the Ministry of Magic? How do you plan to resolve that?"

He chuckled softly, "What else can we do? Either we hold those responsible for the wrong judgment against Sirius Black back then accountable, or we put in a lot of effort to thoroughly overhaul the Ministry of Magic."

If the Ministry of Magic genuinely acknowledges its mistakes, public anger will gradually subside into discontent.

Inciting emotions and creating extreme confrontation is too dangerous; one wrong move and you could end up getting burned yourself.

Eric nodded with satisfaction. "It's a waste that you're not going into politics."

"Me?" Vincent shook his head vigorously. "I'd rather die than have this much ability. I'd rather be killed than have to deal with all this trouble every day."

Eric joked, "Then why did you push your girlfriend into the fire?"

Vincent became serious. "It's different. If she succeeds in becoming minister, I will definitely help her get rid of those troublesome things."

Eric shook his head, both amused and exasperated. "You just think following the rules is too much trouble, don't you?"

Vincent nodded in deep agreement, "Wouldn't it be better to be more direct? If we can't solve the problem, we can deal with the people who created it."

What's the solution? Violence, of course.

While violence cannot solve all problems, it can solve all those who create them.