That night, Jiang Feng had a bizarre dream.
He succeeded in making Li Hongzhang's hodgepodge, and after Wang Hao tasted it, he hugged him and cried bitterly, saying that the Fourier stuff was too difficult and that he had failed "Optical Information Processing" again. The dream ended with Wang Hao's crying throughout.
So much so that when Jiang Feng saw Wang Hao brushing his teeth on the balcony the next morning, he felt a bit guilty. The image of Wang Hao sobbing and calling "Daddy, teach me Fourier analysis!" while hugging his own thighs was still fresh in his mind.
"Feng, when did you come back last night?" Wang Hao asked while brushing his teeth.
"A little after midnight, you were already asleep. Our family went out to dinner with my uncle and fourth and fifth uncles," Jiang Feng replied, turning on his phone to begin the new day with checking Wang Hao's updates on the forum.
Huh, no updates?
