Cultivation Shura Field

"Okay!"

Xu Zhe started to work after he finished speaking. It was his first time to use a 3D printer, so he naturally had to read the instruction manual to see how to start and use it. His parents and the girls sat down next to him.

Shen Lan, Tang Lingfei and Song Xingye sat at the dining table, chatting with Xu Zhe from time to time.

Xu Zhe's parents, who were sitting on the sofa a little further away, also discussed the matter quietly.

Zeng Jing: "That girl's attitude seems to be different from his."

Xu Guowei: "Are you talking about Shen Lan?"

Zeng Jing: "Could it be that she and Xiaozhe have made the most progress..."

Xu Guowei: "If you are really curious, just ask your son directly."

Zeng Jing: "When children grow up, they will never tell their parents the truth. You have to use your own eyes to see and observe their words and actions."

Xu Guowei scratched his ears and said, "My children are all adults now. I am too lazy to observe them or take care of them."

Zeng Jing: "You don't worry about this kind of thing at all?"

Xu Guowei: "Why worry about it? Does this kid need my attention? Can I control him? Or do you think you can control this kid?"

Zeng Jing was suddenly speechless.

Of course, she knew that her son was very capable, but out of parental instinct, it was obviously difficult for her to completely ignore such things.

Xu Guowei said leisurely: "Just watch the show. If you ask me, he can choose whoever he wants. Besides, there is no clue at all."

Zeng Jing stopped talking and just looked at Xu Zhe and the three girls around him silently.

Shen Lan was the closest to him at this time, and was still discussing with him how to use the machine. Song Xingye and Tang Lingfei tried to get involved, but they didn't know how to do it. Song Xingye was okay, at least he didn't show too strong emotions. But Tang Lingfei was almost as if she had "I'm anxious" written on her face.

Zeng Jing sighed. Even if she said she didn't care about Xu Zhe, she had watched Feifei grow up, so how could she not be partial to her?

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Xu Zhe: "Finally the installation is complete. The question is, what should I print?"

Shen Lan: "Look here, it says there are sample templates."

Xu Zhe: "It's the toy blueprint provided by the manufacturer, right? It looks like a sword, the kind commonly seen in games."

Shen Lan: "It looks quite detailed, let's print it out and have a look!"

Xu Zhe: "The question is, can this machine print so finely?"

Shen Lan: "Just give it a try and you'll know."

After a long time, Xu Zhe and Shen Lan finally tinkered with the brand new 3D printer and had it print out its first product.

It was a sword, about the same size as an ordinary pencil, and because it was not colored, it looked a little crude.

Xu Zhe took the thing, looked at it carefully and said, "Although the printing speed is a bit slow, the effect is really good. The details of the hilt are all displayed, and the shape... Tsk, have I seen it somewhere?"

At this moment, Xu Guowei suddenly became interested and came over to ask, "Finally, you printed the toy?"

Xu Zhe nodded: "Well, do you want to take a look?"

Xu Guowei: "Let me see this...what!"

Xu Zhe was holding the small sword in his right hand, and he opened his palm to let his father see the appearance of the small sword. But who knew that his father looked at it carefully for a while, and his face gradually stiffened.

Shen Lan at the side asked: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

Xu Guowei raised his head and looked at Shen Lan again. His expression became a little complicated, as if he wanted to laugh but felt embarrassed and couldn't.

Zeng Jing also came over and asked, "What's wrong with you two? Is there something wrong with this thing?"

Xu Guowei: "No, no problem."

At this moment, Xu Zhe looked down at the small sword again and suddenly remembered some of his father's interests and hobbies.

He first became interested in games because he saw his dad playing games on his office computer. So, what games did his dad play?

Red Alert? StarCraft? Oh, and World of Warcraft!

Xu Zhe suddenly understood why this small sword looked familiar to him just now.

Zeng Jing, who doesn't play games at all, is still thinking: "It looks okay, quite unique."

Xu Guowei: "It is quite unique. I just sigh that technology is developing so fast nowadays."

Zeng Jing: “What a fuss.”

"Okay, okay, let's go watch TV."

Xu Guowei said this, pushing his wife's back and pushing her back to the sofa. As for his son, he was too lazy to care about him.

Xu Zhe didn't know how to explain his father's abnormal reaction, so he just took out his mobile phone silently, opened the search engine, searched for the term "Frostmourne" and then gave it to Shen Lan to read.

Shen Lan took the phone with a bewildered look on her face, and soon, she followed Xu Zhe's finger and saw the part that explained the plot:

[…Prince Arthas was lured into a trap by the Lich King step by step in order to save his country from the plague of undead. Eventually, he pulled out Frostmourne and became the prey of the Lich King. Arthas, who had completely lost his mind, led the Scourge back to his kingdom and assassinated his father, King Terenas…]

Shen Lan put down her phone and suddenly felt speechless.

Xu Zhe whispered, "It doesn't matter. My dad won't care about such a small matter."

Shen Lan: "...I hope so."

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369. Chapter 366 365 Real Shrimp Head

369.

Shen Lan knew very well that Xu Zhe's mother didn't like her very much, but she didn't expect that such an oolong would happen to his father today.

Of course Xu Guowei didn't say anything, and Xu Zhe also said that his father was not so petty, but there was a layer of suspicion, and it was difficult for the girl involved to be completely reassured.

So in the morning before noon, when Song Xingye rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, Shen Lan also volunteered to help.

"Don't you know how to cook?" Xu Zhe couldn't help but ask.

Shen Lan explained in a low voice: "I'm a little embarrassed to sit with your parents. I'm looking for something to do. Besides, Xingye behaves so sensible, and I also..."

Xu Zhe was a little surprised: "You still care about this?"

"Because they are your parents. Okay, you hold them both steady while I go to the kitchen to take a look."

After saying that, Shen Lan walked into the kitchen.

At this time, Tang Lingfei was chatting with Xu Zhe's parents, talking about the hard work behind singing and releasing an album. In the kitchen, only Song Xingye was busy.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Shen Lan asked loudly.

Song Xingye turned around and glanced, a little surprised: "Sister Lan, can you cook?"

Shen Lan said calmly: "I haven't done it but I can learn. Whatever you are doing, I will help you."

Song Xingye: "Oh, I'm killing shrimps."

Shen Lan: "Do you still need to kill yourself?"

Song Xingye: "Because I bought fresh shrimps."

Shen Lan looked at the basin on the table. There is no water in the basin, but many large shrimps crowded together. At first glance, there must be at least ten or more, but it is difficult to count the exact number at a glance.

Song Xingye was holding a shrimp in his hand. The originally curled body of the shrimp was almost straightened by her, and its length almost caught up with the girl's hand.

I saw Song Xingye picked up the scissors with his other hand, cut off the shrimp head with a "click", and then put the decapitated shrimp body into a small bowl, and the shrimp body was cut vertically, and then Pick out a thin thread.

"The heads of the shrimp are used to fry the shrimp oil, and the body of the shrimp needs to be cut first before picking out the shrimp threads. This will make it easier to make braised prawns later. Do you want to try it?"

"This one……"

Shen Lan swallowed. She found that when she was decapitating the prawn with scissors, classmate Song Xingye's expression did not change at all, as if she was just cutting paper. But the prawn in this quiet girl's hand was clearly struggling hard!

Even if the head of that poor shrimp was removed, it seemed that it was not completely dead, and its little feet were still moving. But Song Xingye didn't seem to care about the shrimp's struggle at all, and casually cut off all the feet.

Shen Lan asked softly: "Are you experienced in doing this?"

songs Find another job."

Shen Lan: "What kind of job do you want to change?"

Song Xingye: "Wait a moment, I'll finish these things first."

Shen Lan watched her move. Those white and delicate hands tightly grasped the next prawn, closed the scissors, and beheaded it again... For some reason, I suddenly felt a chill on my back.

Isn't this shrimp killing action too skillful?

But unlike many other girls, Shen Lan does not have the character to shrink back when encountering any difficulties, especially in front of a love rival. Besides, isn't it just a matter of holding on tight and just cutting it and it's done? What's there to be afraid of?

So Shen Lan said: "It doesn't matter, let me try. Leave this to me, and you can do other things."

Song Xingye: "Really?"

"Yeah, no problem."

So Shen Lan took the scissors and stood in front of the basin with shrimps.

Song Xingye gave up his position, moved two steps to the side, washed his hands, and started chopping vegetables.

After taking a look at the way other people cut vegetables, Shen Lan became more and more convinced that it was okay to kill the shrimps, but to cut the ginger shreds so evenly, it was impossible for a kitchen novice like herself to do it.

Take a deep breath, hold the scissors in your right hand, and catch the shrimp with your left hand.

But as soon as Shen Lan reached her left hand into the basin and touched a shrimp, she felt the vigorous vitality - the little thing twitched violently, and the shrimp head even hit the basin, making a crisp sound.

Her left hand retracted as if she was electrocuted.

Song Xingye glanced at her.

Shen Lan noticed that there was no teasing or ridicule in the eyes of her love rival, but a light calmness that made it impossible to see any extra emotion.

She gritted her teeth, reached out and grabbed a shrimp again, and caught it forcefully.

However, between her two fingers, the shrimp jumped again and became so slippery that she could not catch it at all.

The shrimp fell to the floor.

But before it could continue its escape show, another girl's hand grabbed the shrimp, held it firmly, and handed it to Shen Lan.

Song Xingye said calmly: "I've got it, you can use the scissors."

"Uh, okay..."

Shen Lan grabbed the wrist of her little rival in love with her left hand, and held the scissors in her right hand. She aimed at the shrimp's head, clicked it, and finally decapitated it successfully.

Song Xingye held a small bowl in his other hand, just in time to catch the falling shrimp heads.

Then she added: "Otherwise, leave this to me, and you can do something else. Peel the garlic, okay?"

Shen Lan: "Okay..."

The two girls separated their hands and changed positions in the kitchen. Song Xingye continued to process live shrimps, while Shen Lan peeled garlic.

As Shen Lan peeled it off, she secretly thought about the moment just now. When she grabbed Song Xingye's wrist, she felt that the other person's arm was very thin from the wrist to the wrist, but it was very tight when she exerted force.

This seemingly quiet and slender girl may not be as weak as she thinks.

Shen Lan glanced quietly again.

Song Xingye is still the same, holding the shrimp in one hand and scissors in the other, doing everything from beheading to picking out the shrimp thread in one go. And there was no hint of forbearance on that delicate and delicate face, as if this was not killing at all, and there was no psychological pressure at all...

Then Shen Lan felt a little psychologically stressed.

After Song Xingye finished processing all the shrimps, he sprinkled some pepper, salt, and cooking wine, and then said: "Marinate it briefly like this to remove the fishy smell. By the way, you can cut or pat the garlic when you peel it. , will peel better.”

Shen Lan: "You want to teach me cooking skills?"

Song Xingye: "Don't you want to learn?"

Shen Lan sighed: "You can try to learn it, but I really don't seem to have any talent in this area."

Song Xingye smiled and said: "I don't have any talent. Xu Zhe taught me, and I learned on my own online. In fact, it's not too difficult. Just do it more and you'll be proficient."

Then the girl picked up the kitchen knife and skillfully cut the radish.

Shen Lan looked at it and suddenly said: "I think you are quite talented in cooking, especially..."

Song Xingye: "What in particular?"