In the end, faced with his growling stomach protesting, Lu Zhou still gave in. He decided not to dwell on what exactly had happened to his takeout and wolfed it down in no time, licking the container clean.
It had to be said, braised chicken rice was practically the conscience of the fast-food world.
Every plump grain of rice was soaked in golden sauce. One huge bite filled both his taste buds and his stomach with pure satisfaction.
Mm, to sum it up in one sentence.
So good!
Just as Lu Zhou finally sat down to his piping-hot dinner, Xiao Tong, far away at the University of Oxford, was staring blankly at the Mathematical Models and algorithm her brother had sent her.
Never mind the barrage of ridiculous memes in the email...
This Mathematical Models had completely overturned her understanding of Functional Analysis, Statistics, and other mathematical tools. It had also thoroughly reshaped her understanding of the Bewley Model.
It was hard to describe the shock.
It was as though she had once believed that everything in the room was the entirety of the discipline, only for a door to be thrown open before her, revealing a brand-new world beyond it.
What shocked her even more was that these things had likely been completed within an hour...
Footsteps sounded outside the office.
After two knocks, a woman who looked to be around thirty pushed open the door and walked in.
She wore professional attire in white, gray, and black. Her shoulder-length bob gave her the capable air of a career woman, and from the way she entered the office with practiced ease, she was clearly a frequent visitor.
And indeed, she was. Her name was Ansley, and she also conducted research under Professor Foster. Since she had earned her master's