Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!-Chapter 1248

Chapter 1248: Chapter 1248: No wonder my head is getting bigger-1 Chapter 1248 -1248: No wonder my head is getting bigger-1 “Absolutely can’t leave any ingredients or even a bit of residue on it, leaving any trace for the opponent’s mentor to judge from the ingredients in the final dish which dishes were made by our Pingla contestants.”

To prepare for tomorrow, Wesley Gordon started being vigilant tonight, even thinking about how to prevent the opponent from cheating.

He was falling asleep when Wesley suddenly sat up and called Hunter Clarke.

“Hello?” From the sound of his voice, Hunter was clearly asleep and had been woken by his call.

“Hunter, I’ve thought of another problem,” Wesley said.

Hunter Clarke: “…”

“You’re not thinking about pulling an all-nighter, are you?

If you don’t get your rest, how will you keep an eye on the Indian Triad team tomorrow?” Hunter reminded him.

Wesley Gordon hadn’t thought of this problem.

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Reminded by Hunter, he suddenly felt it was indeed a problem.

“Just one more thing to discuss, then I’ll go to sleep, I won’t call you again, I promise.” Wesley quickly guaranteed.

Right now, all Hunter wanted to do was sneer.

This was already the fifth call Wesley had made to her this evening.

Even if she was currently drowsy, she still clearly remembered this fact.

She used to think Wesley Gordon was a serious person.

But ever since this afternoon, when Wesley planned to use Cindy Clarke as his tool, Hunter felt that she had never truly understood Wesley.

She needed to re-evaluate Wesley.

Just as she had this thought, she received five calls from Wesley in one night.

All about how to guard against the Indian Triad and whether they could counter-trap them.

Now, Wesley’s image in her mind had been completely overturned.

“Alright.” Hunter sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and rubbed her eyes a few times.

She fully woke herself up: “You go ahead.”

“I think sticking the contestant’s name on the bottom of the bowl is not safe enough,” Wesley said.

Hunter:”…”

Wesley had thought so much that even this came to his mind.

“Sticking it on the bottom of the bowl seems fine to me.

There’s soup in the bowl, they can’t flip it over,” Hunter said, “After tasting the cuisine, there will definitely be left over in the bowl, so they can only pick the name tag from underneath.”

“I always feel it’s not safe enough, what if they take advantage of our inattention, when carrying the bowl, secretly take out the name tag, seeing the name?” Wesley said.

Hunter:”…”

Exactly how much trauma have those people left you with?

You’re even this guarded.

Wesley shook his head and sighed: “You weren’t in charge before, you don’t know how shameless they are.

They’re absolutely shameless.”

Hunter:”…”

“So you’ve thought of a better method?” Hunter asked.

Every time Wesley called her tonight, he had thought of an improved idea and wanted to ask her opinion.

To reassure him, and also because she genuinely thought the ideas were good, Hunter agreed to all of them.

Then, Wesley said excitedly: “Let’s do this: our two teams, use bowls of different colors.

For example, our team, use red bowls, their team use black bowls.”

“Black?” Hunter twitched a corner of her mouth, “If black bowls are used for soup, it’s hard to highlight the soup’s merits.”

The soups that Cindy and others had prepared were all very light in color.

With a black bowl, it’s pitch-black, firstly it’s not visually appealing.

“Oh yes!

I know what you mean, but listen to me, this is the plan.

I’ll lead the mentor of the Indian Triad into the Little Black Room.” Wesley said.

Hunter:”…”

What kind of statement is this?

“Let’s arrange for the contestants to draw lots, making sure Indian Triad doesn’t know which color each has drawn.” Wesley said.

“No matter what color we draw, we change ours to white bowls.” White bowls are the most secure.

When filled with soup, you can see the color of the soup regardless of what it is.

It best accentuates the color of the soup.

“As for them, change theirs to black.

Red’s not good, it’s too festive of a color, a good omen like that, can’t be given to them.

Then note it down officially.

If the mentor of the Indian Triad tries to eavesdrop during the drawing of lots, well, we’ve immediately changed the colors, so they still won’t know.” Wesley said.

Hunter:”…”

You sure are racking your brains for a single competition!

No wonder she always felt that Wesley’s head was getting bigger.

She thought it was just her illusion, but didn’t expect that it was all because of his constant thinking, really made his head big.

“After they’ve all made their choices and the results are out, we can make the results public, and tell them which color represents which team.

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That’s the safest way.” Wesley said.

Hunter:”…”

Framing a competition, Wesley managed to make it look like a spy war.

“Fine, let’s do it that way,” Hunter said, “We have both black and white bowls in stock.”

“Then let’s arrive at 7 in the morning; we need to set things up quickly.” Wesley said.

“Alright,” Hunter nodded in agreement, “If we’re to arrive at 7 in the morning, shouldn’t we rest now?

There are only a few hours left.”

To prevent any sudden incidents, the two of them stayed in the school’s teacher’s dormitory tonight.

But even so, to meet at the Practice Room at seven, they have to wake up quite early.

“Alright, alright.” Wesley agreed, “Goodnight, goodnight.”

After hanging up the call, Wesley finally slept in peace.

Early in the morning, Wesley and Hunter started their preparations.

As for welcoming the Offensive Team, others were in charge, so they didn’t need to worry about it.

Cindy also woke up early.

The kid wanted to go with her, but he was still too sleepy to wake up.

When Cindy called him, he was still lying in bed unwilling to open his eyes.

Helpless, Cindy could only pick him up.

But now he was somewhat heavy, reaching the point where it was hard for Cindy to carry him.

She used to be able to pick him up from the bed while standing straight.

But now Cindy tried it and failed.

She could only sit at the edge of the bed and pull him up to sit.

The little guy was like a boneless wonder, directly falling back into Cindy’s arms.

Smelling the scent of Cindy’s arms, he felt extremely at ease.

“Cindy, you smell so good.”

The best smell in the world was your mom’s scent.

“Your skin feels so good too,” said Cindy with a smile.

His chubby body, the sensation of holding him, they barely felt any bones, it was too soft.

“Hehe!” Despite the drowsiness, the kid still had a grin on his face.

Hunter helplessly said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to come to school with me to watch the competition?

If you don’t get up now, I’ll be late, I can’t wait for you.”

This phrase worked better than any alarm.

The little guy instantly woke up.

Even in Cindy’s arms, he was startled, instantly opening his eyes.

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