Zhao Linglan drove a second-hand psychic sports car, without burning oil or charging, and only one unit of psychic energy can travel 2,000 kilometers, and there will be no residue of exhaust gas.

When approaching the sports car, Yang Fan felt a little itchy and couldn't help but want to sit on the main driver, but Zhao Linglan kicked the co-pilot.

"Boy, how many times have you told you that you are not allowed to touch the steering wheel!"

He glared at Yang Fan with a angrily glance, Zhao Linglan sat in the main driver and tied up his seat belt. At the same time, he also signaled Yang Fan to tie the safety belt.

"Why?" Yang Fan said unconvincedly: "My driving skills are very good, you have to believe me!"

"I believe you, the last time I believed in you, I asked you to drive the Q1 from your house into the moat. I haven't caught it yet!"

Zhao Linglan glared at Yang Fan fiercely, then skillfully started the sports car. As soon as the accelerator was used, the sports car went on the road smoothly.

Is this still the case?

Yang Fan couldn't speak loudly and had no impression at all. When did he have to come up with something, is it interesting?

I have to say that the psychic sports cars not only have stable performance, but also have a lot of speeds. In less than ten minutes, they parked steadily in front of the Yang Family Restaurant on Anping Street.

The hotel is not big, with only two storefronts on the left and right. Because it is not a meal time, it is empty and there are no diners.

After Zhao Linglan and Yang Fan walked in from outside, a sentence came from the kitchen inside, "Welcome!" came from the direction of the inner kitchen, and then the curtain was lifted, and a kind face with a smile came out from inside.

Yang Fan’s father, Yang Chaoqun.

The third generation successor of the Yang Family Restaurant is a chef who has the first-level martial arts strength but has never left the city to hunt monsters.

Seeing that Zhao Linglan and his son were entering the door, the smile on Yang Chaoqun's face was even more intense: "It turns out that my eldest son is back, and he is coming back just in time. Come in and help me get a shot. Your favorite fried egg noodles will be ready for the pot soon!"

Seeing the generous and loving smile on Yang Chaoqun's face, Yang Fan felt warm and said, "Dad, today our school simulation..."

"Okay, okay, why are he talking about school affairs? Now the important thing is to eat noodles. Come in and help!"

Yang Chaoqun interrupted Yang Fan's words, not wanting to reveal his son's scars. Anyway, he had never expected his son's martial arts cultivation to be so powerful. What he cared about was his son's cooking skills early in the morning.

As the fourth generation successor of the Yang Family Restaurant, Yang Chaoqun has always hoped that his son could settle down and inherit his mantle.

What's wrong with being a chef? You don't have to worry about food and drink. Even if you really have to fight, you will be a good logistics staff member in the army. The safety factor is much higher than that of those cannon fodder that charges.

Unfortunately, Yang Fan didn't let him worry. He always wanted to pursue the peak of martial arts. He wanted to hunt monsters outside the city. Even after practicing for ten years, he was still a level 2 martial artist and never gave up.

I hope this mock exam will make him realize the reality and willingly inherit the restaurant of their Yang family.

"Yes, yes, don't talk about the past, let's have a meal first!" Zhao Linglan gave Yang Chaoqun an admiring look and pushed Yang Fan into the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Fan saw a petite figure lying on a table beside him holding a big sea bowl and eating noodles.

"Brother, you are back, how are you doing in the exam?"

Hearing the movement, the little girl turned around and showed Yang Fan a big smile, but the question she asked was a bit heartbroken.

Yang Fan didn't care about her problem. He stared at the sister with both eyes, and felt dazed. Isn't this the little apprentice Yang Guo he accepted in Rongcheng? How did she come to reality and become her own sister?

Yang Fan shook his head hard, couldn't help but walk forward, raised his hands, and squeezed Xiao Yang Guo's two little faces hard. It was so evil, even the touch felt the same!

"Brother! Why are you pinching my face again? I have told you how many times I have grown up. You are not allowed to pinch my face again!"

The little girl glared at Yang Fan angrily, reached out to open his hands, and protested seriously.

"Guoguo, why do you talk to your brother? Your brother likes you and wants to pinch your little face. Other people's sister wants him to pinch him, but he doesn't want to pinch him!"

Zhao Linglan secretly gave Yang Guo a wink. This girl is really getting less and less eye-catching. Wouldn't you feel very good if you didn't see your brother today?

"Mom, you know to look at him, prefer boys over girls, hum!"

Yang Guo mischievously stuck out her tongue at Zhao Linglan, then blinked her big eyes and looked at Yang Chaoqun pitifully: "Dad, you see it. My mother and my brother join forces to bully me, you can't ignore it!"

Yang Chaoqun couldn't help but shake his head and chuckled: "You little spirit, is your brother bullying you? Why do I feel like you are deliberately bullying your brother?"

Yang Guo's little face turned red and she grimaced at Yang Chaoqun with dissatisfaction: "Stirsty dad, bad dad, you bully me, and ignore you!"

Yang Fan looked at all this blankly, with his size, appearance, voice, temper, and even his name exactly the same. Could it be that the Yang Guo in Rongcheng was actually a character he deliberately created based on his sister's image?

"Xiaofan, what's wrong with you? You can't even know your sister, right?"

Zhao Linglan has been observing Yang Fan's expression. Seeing that he saw Yang Guo's expression was different, he couldn't help but ask with some concern: "Is the impact of virtual assessment not completely eliminated, and the memory is confused?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chaoqun and Yang Guo turned their heads to look at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan shook his head lightly: "There is still a little impact, but the problem is not big. You don't have to worry anymore. I will probably recover after I go upstairs for a nap."

"Yes, eat first, go upstairs and have a good rest after dinner! You have never been exposed to a game mode with such a high level of virtuality before, so you will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable. It doesn't matter, it's better to go slowly."

Yang Chaoqun nodded, persuaded him a few words, and then started to fire under Yang Fan. In a few minutes, he brought a bowl of steaming fried egg noodles to Yang Fan.

The bowl is a big sea bowl with a wide opening, filled with golden noodles weighing five kilograms, and a huge fried egg that is large on the side of the bowl.

Yang Fan took the chopsticks and picked up the egg cake that was fried in a bowl with golden sides. The saliva secretion in his mouth accelerated, and his stomach seemed to be getting hungry.

"This time, your Uncle Zhang and his friends bought a turkey coop outside the city and seized two turkey eggs weighing 100 kilograms and a whole basket of normal eggs the size of a fist. For a long time, our store will no longer lack eggs."

Yang Chaoqun's face was filled with a cheerful smile. As a qualified chef, he liked to see fresh ingredients falling into his bag, which meant that he could cook more delicious dishes for his family and diners in the store to taste.

"Thank you, dad, I'm starting!"

Yang Fan picked up the chopsticks and began to sit in front of the table and slammed it at the big bowl. His posture was the same as Yang Guo's posture when she was eating noodles just now.

Three minutes later, a large bowl of noodles entered his stomach, and then he picked up the roasted bacon that Zhao Linglan had brought out and ate it in big mouthfuls regardless of his appearance.

These bacons are the precursor of a second-level wild boar demon, with fat and thinness and fragrance.

After eating only a small piece, Yang Fan's stomach bulged slightly and he was completely full.

Apprentice level 2 quasi-warriors eat a lot, but it depends on what they eat. If they are the flesh and blood of a level 1 or level 2 monster, they can only meet their daily food needs by half a pound or two or three taels.

However, the flesh and blood of monsters is expensive, and ordinary people cannot afford to consume it if they eat it every day.

That is, Yang Fan and his family have some spare money, so they can often take out some low-level monster meat to provide Yang Fan's daily energy consumption.

"I'm full and go up and rest!"

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Yang Fan greeted his parents, then got up and left the kitchen, and went straight to the second floor from the stairs in the store.

The same is true for Yang Guo. After Yang Fan left, she trotted and wanted to go back to her room to rest.

Zhao Linglan seemed to have seen through the little girl's little thoughts. When she went out, she suddenly warned: "Don't tease your brother after going upstairs. He is in a bad mood today and is not in a state of spirit. Remember to let him have a good rest!"

"I know, I know, mom will scold me every day, hum!" The little girl pouted and ran up the stairs with dissatisfaction.

After both brother and sister left, Yang Chaoqun's smile suddenly stopped and said to Zhao Linglan with a solemn expression: "Wife, Xiaofan's mental state seems to be a little wrong. Do you know what the content of their mock exam today is?"

Zhao Linglan said: "In "Savior", he will act as a savior, save the human race, and save the end of the world. I have asked the teachers in the school that basically every character in the game will have a golden finger that can turn decay into magic, so that the character can achieve twice the result with half the effort no matter what he does in the game, and soaring all the way."

"Xiaofan's current state is probably because after experiencing the powerful advantages of being a genius and the protagonist in a virtual game, he began to doubt himself in reality, so he became so listless."

Yang Chaoqun's mouth twitched and said angrily: "It's just a small mock exam. Why do those bastards from the Federal Education Bureau have to use such a high-level virtual game? Isn't this deliberately forcing those students with low talent to collapse in inferiority?"

"Okay, what's the use of nonsense? Can you still change the decisions of those bigwigs of the Education Bureau?" Zhao Linglan gave Yang Chaoqun a angrily and said, "The most urgent thing now is to find a way to get Xiaofan out of the psychological influence in the game as soon as possible."

Yang Chaoqun waved his hand and said, "There is no need to be so anxious. My son's psychological quality is not that fragile. We should give him more confidence."
Chapter completed!