Under the push of everyone, Asang was driven back into the house.

In fact, Lan Zhen didn't run far, she just leaned on the kitchen workbench and sobbed.

"Oh, um, I..." Asang walked up behind Lan Zhen, babbling for a long time, not knowing where to coax the girl.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Lanzhen cried even harder when she heard Asang's voice.

"He... they all said that I bullied you..."

"They just said yes? Have you ever bullied me yourself?"

"I...I didn't." Asang answered firmly, but when he saw that Lan Zhen hadn't stopped crying, he added guiltily, "Yes..."

"Puch!" Wang Fan stammered and answered carefully, which made Lan Zhen laugh angrily.

"You just have it." Lan Zhen raised her face with tears in her eyes, "You just bullied me."

"Oh, oh... you said yes... then yes." Asang was very unconvinced in his heart.

"Even if you do, why don't you cook so much food but insist on having a barbecue? You're bullying me by making a barbecue."

"Oh, oh...it's not..." It's a bit unreasonable. "Doing barbecue means bullying you." This reason is too unreasonable.

Ah Sang still wanted to argue, but Lan Zhen stood up and hugged him. She sobbed on his shoulder and explained, "My mother sells barbecue in Malaysia. I can finish college because of my mother's daily routine."

She kept roasting and roasting... and her best thing was roast chicken. She went to the market early every morning to buy it. Because she didn't want to spend money to slaughter it for others, she cooked it in a big pot around a big oil drum.

Boiling water, her hands would be burned red and swollen every day... In those years, the most eaten food at home was the leftover roast chicken, so..."

"Oh~ So you're scared when you see roast chicken, right?"

Lan Zhen nodded bitterly, "That's not all because of this... Anyway, I don't want to see you roasting chicken."

After knowing the reason, Asang felt relieved.

"Then does your mother sell anything besides roast chicken?"

"Anyway, everything that can be burned or baked is on sale. Why do you ask?"

"Haha, wait a minute..." Asang pretended to be mysterious and patted Lanzhen, asking her to stand still. Asang walked around the workbench, opened the large refrigerator in the kitchen, and was so secretive that he didn't know what he was taking.

Something comes out.

"What are you holding?" Lan Zhen asked curiously while wiping the tears that had not dried up on her face.

"Dingdong, look at this, your mother doesn't have this, right?" Asang brought the tray to Lan Zhen and then opened it. In the middle of the tray was a crystal clear glass plate filled with shaved ice. The shaved ice was soaked in thick

Inside the coconut milk, and on top of the shaved ice, there is a large spoonful of mixed-color ice cream. The glass plate is surrounded by various fruits and gelatin in small cups. There are more than a dozen of them, all cut into pieces.

A square shape.

"This is called halo-halo in the Philippines, which means 'mixed'. It is made with shaved ice, ice cream, and various fresh fruits mixed with a lot of fruit jelly and fresh coconut meat strips. Try it and see if it tastes good.

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"You did this too."

"Of course... I saw that you were anxious about the training camp some time ago. I guess you were also angry, so when I asked the service desk for materials, I asked for more fruits."

"Thank you, Ah Sang." Lan Zhen's eyes became moist again after she finished doing it, and she couldn't help but want to reach out and wrap her arms around Ah Sang.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... ... ... ... eat it, eat it quickly, wait for this shaved ice, the ice cream won't taste good when it melts." Asang didn't take the opportunity to enjoy the beauty's tenderness, but handed a delicate little spoon to Lan Zhen.

"No, I want to take it out to eat. I just want to be greedy."...

It was late at night, everyone had fallen asleep, and the bamboo forest returned to its original silence, with only the chirping of insects echoing.

"Hey", the door of the guest room was pushed open again. This time Wang Fan was sleeping in the guest room. The light in the room was very dark, so Wang Fan not only pricked up his ears, but also squinted slightly to peek.

Lan Zhen opened the door, but she didn't walk in, she just stood at the door. There was no light on in the living room outside the door, but with the faint moonlight coming in, Wang Fan could still vaguely see the expression on her face.

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Lan Zhen was only wearing a gauze-like pajamas, and her eyes were just looking at Wang Fan lying on the bed quietly, as if admiring, but also with sadness.

Lan Zhen clasped her hands in front of her chest, as if she was making a difficult decision and needed some courage and hesitated for a long time.

"She doesn't want to assassinate me while I'm asleep, right?" Wang Fan thought to himself, but after thinking about it, there was no reason. There was no need to choose this time to kill me. However, Wang Fan still held the knife under the sheets.

,in case.

After a long time, Lan Zhen, who still couldn't make up her mind, had to retreat, gently closed Asang's door, and went upstairs.

"Huh, why is this woman becoming more and more puzzled? She still seemed very moved tonight, but why is she so mysterious at night?" Wang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, pulled up the quilt and continued to look for Duke Zhou.

The next day, under the guidance of Wu Meng, the four of them took a tour around the area. It turned out that there was a large piece of water not far from the small building where they lived. No wonder Wu Meng made an appointment to go fishing.

This lake is called Qianhu. It is actually at the foot of Purple Mountain, surrounded by mountains and rivers. In addition, it is open to tourists for free, so there are many people who come here to play every day.

The four of them rented a small boat and paddled slowly on the lake. The boat passed by, leaving a long water mark on the water. Two wild ducks were playing in the water not far away from the water and basking in the sun. It was a leisurely and quiet atmosphere.

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"Legend has it that this lake used to be called 'Swan Que Lake'. The lake was originally very large. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang, the ancestor emperor of the Ming Dynasty, wanted to build a palace, so he filled it up into what it is today."

"Ming Dynasty? How many years ago was that?" Yi Er asked, holding Wu Meng's arm.

"More than six hundred years ago."

"Wow, it's been so long, isn't that very historical?"

"Of course, Nanjing is the ancient capital of six dynasties. In the five thousand years of history of China, it has been designated as an imperial city for more than two hundred years. That is, look at the city wall in the distance, the fence of the river embankment, that

A piece of brick and stone cannot be hundreds of years old."

"Is it true? Then tell me." Yi Er had already snuggled into Wu Meng's arms, with a look of admiration on his face, listening with great interest.

Under Asang's mask, Wang Fan had no choice but to pretend to be a soy sauce man.

In fact, when it comes to understanding of Chinese history, Wu Meng is very knowledgeable in front of Yi Er, but when it comes to Wang Fan, it seems superficial. Wang Fan is a direct disciple of the famous "Sacred Thief". Which antique is in the old man's hands?

Can't you tell anything about them? Wang Fan has been immersed in these old men and women since he was a child, and he is also familiar with the cultural relics of various dynasties.

Compared to Wu Meng and Yi Er's clinginess, Ah Sang and Lan Zhen seemed a lot quieter today. Although they were still playing hand in hand, there seemed to be an invisible distance between them.

It always seems like it can't get any more exciting.

"Are you not interested in the history Wu Meng talked about?" Lan Zhen suddenly asked.

"A bit, that's all other people's history, there's always some distance..." Wang Fan made a pun, but Lan Zhen didn't catch it.

"Then let's go fishing over there." Lan Zhen pointed to the fishing platform on the edge of the lake. As she said that, she rowed the boat over without waiting for Asang to agree. But it didn't matter, since everyone now has a mobile phone.

Just a phone call is all it takes.

When it comes to fishing, Wang Fan is actually average. What he is better at is going directly into the water to catch fish. Lan Zhen seems to be quite good at it. She rented a set of fishing gear, pulled up two folding chairs, and held up a parasol to look like an expert.

The look of the hands.

Hiding in the shadows, the two of them just stared at the buoy gently undulating on the lake surface, without anyone speaking.

The gentle breeze blew, causing ripples on the lake. The two people remained motionless, each thinking about their own thoughts.

After staring at the buoy for a while, Wang Fan was really tired of looking at it, so he simply lay down on the chair and started playing with his mobile phone. After Yuhan's teaching, Wang Fan, who had no idea about mobile phones before, also fell in love with researching new gadgets.

The e3 quad-core processor is really fast. It is more than enough for browsing, listening to music, and watching movies. It also supports split screen. You can check any information in one go. I don’t know how good its 13-megapixel camera is.

Wang Fan held up his mobile phone for a while, then raised his watch for a while, and started playing with it.

At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and the orange-red sunlight slanted on the water. Wang Fan chased the angle of the sun, looking for the beauty around him. Suddenly, Wang Fan was shocked by the beautiful scenery.

Just in front of him, Lan Zhen, who was leaning forward and holding her head in her hands, stared obsessively at the water in front of her, and the sunset reflected from the water was imprinted on his chiseled face, causing her thin curved eyebrows to

, the delicate nose, sexy lips, and clear chin were all re-outlined with heavy makeup. Then the golden scales were used as the background, coupled with Lan Zhen's flowing hair, and the hair that moved in the wind.

Dress. It turns out that Lan Zhen actually has such a beautiful side.

"Crack, click, click..." Wang Fan pressed the shutter button unconsciously.

"Hey~ what are you doing?" A burst of shouting broke the tranquility and beauty of it all. Wang Fan looked back and saw two old men with red armbands walking towards this direction pointing.

"Fishing is not allowed here, don't you know?" the uncle shouted as he walked.

"Come on, you'll be fined if you catch it." Wang Fan took Lan Zhen's hand, slipped out of the Diaoyutai, and ran in the other direction where the uncle came from.

"There is a Diaoyutai here...and there are fishing gears for rent...why can't we fish?" Lan Zhen asked out of breath after running.
Chapter completed!