Back at the shelter, an enticing aroma filled the air, instantly whetting one's appetite.

It turned out that An Lan had already carefully prepared dinner.

She knew that Lu Fan and Ling Yue both had big appetites, so she specially cooked a large pot of noodles.

Each noodle is coated in a rich broth, exuding an irresistible aroma.

The topping for the noodles was leftover roasted lamb from breakfast.

The tender lamb, soaked in the sauce, becomes even more fragrant, and just smelling it makes you want to dig in.

As soon as Lu Fan stepped into the house, he was drawn by the aroma of delicious food. He hurried to the table and turned to Ling Yue behind him, shouting, "Brother Ling, come and eat!"

Ling Yue smiled and nodded, first hanging up the washed clothes to dry, then strode to the dining table, plopped down, and sat down with clean and efficient movements.

Immediately afterwards, the two started "eating in mode," munching on noodles with gusto, the sounds of slurping filling the air.

It was as if a fierce "noodle-eating contest" was taking place, and the lively scene was like a "food symphony" full of life.

While wolfing down his food, Ling Yue glanced up at An Lan and said to Lu Fan.

"Brother Lu, Comrade An Lan looks like a virtuous wife and loving mother. She is gentle and considerate. You must cherish her and not let her down."

Lu Fan, who was concentrating on showing off his noodles, suddenly heard these words and felt as if something was stuck in his throat. He almost choked on his noodles and passed out.

He coughed violently, his face turning bright red, whether from choking or something else, it was hard to tell.

He subconsciously exchanged a glance with An Lan, and the two, as if on the same wavelength, quickly lowered their heads in tacit agreement.

They looked exactly like two elementary school students who were secretly passing notes in class and got caught by the teacher, feeling shy and embarrassed.

Seeing this amusing scene, Ling Yue couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. His hearty laughter echoed joyfully throughout the shelter, lingering for a long time.

After finishing his meal, Lu Fan idly looked at Ling Yue, and suddenly noticed his face covered with stubble. He slapped his forehead and decided to find him the iron razor he had made earlier.

But when he took out the razor, looking at its rough workmanship, uneven blade, and crooked handle, he immediately felt a strong sense of disgust.

Then think of Ling Yue's military dagger and small boat; their craftsmanship is simply unbelievable. In comparison, this razor looks even more unsightly.

This comparison instantly piqued Lu Fan's curiosity, and he decided to test the workbench's magical power to see if he could give this "ugly razor" a glamorous transformation.

He carefully placed the razor on the workbench, as if it were an extremely precious treasure.

Then, after carefully searching the interface, I finally found the option to craft a razor.

As soon as I made the selection, something amazing happened: a finely crafted razor model instantly appeared on the small screen.

The razor in the model had an incredibly sharp blade; even in the virtual display, you could almost feel its chilling gleam.

The handle has a smooth and natural design with beautiful lines, clearly the result of meticulous craftsmanship.

Lu Fan stared wide-eyed, completely captivated by the exquisite model. Without hesitation, he clicked the confirmation button, eagerly anticipating a miracle.

An Lan was also attracted by the novel commotion and curiously came over.

She stood beside Lu Fan, her eyes fixed on the workbench, filled with curiosity and anticipation.

However, as time passed, the workbench remained as unresponsive as a tantrum. No matter how much they stared at it, it was eerily quiet.

An Lan frowned, pondered for a moment, and then had a sudden inspiration. She said, "Is it because there's no sun? Isn't this workbench powered by solar energy? Without light, it can't work, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Fan slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing the crucial point and inwardly blaming himself for not having thought of it.

"Now that you mention it, I remember! We can add fuel, right? I've got it!"

Without saying a word, he rushed off like a gust of wind and retrieved the oil he had found earlier.

The oil was stored in bamboo tubes, black and viscous like asphalt, but in their eyes, it was a treasure containing endless energy, as if it held the magical power to change everything.

Ling Yue didn't show much surprise when he saw the oil, since he had already seen the news of Lu Fan's discovery in the announcement and had expected it.

Lu Fan stared at the workbench, examining it carefully, and finally noticed a round cover on it that looked inconspicuous.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, he gently opened it, revealing a hollow structure, perfectly sized and shaped to hold the liquid.

He guessed this was where they refueled, so he carefully poured the oil in.

A miracle happened again. The moment the oil was poured in, the workbench seemed to come alive, immediately humming and emitting a soft, rhythmic rumble.

The sound seemed to be joyfully announcing its "resurrection," or excitedly expressing its determination to make a big splash.

A few minutes passed, and there was movement at the exit of the once quiet workbench. The crudely made razor slowly slid out.

Like a butterfly that has spent a long time dormant and finally emerged from its cocoon, it has completed a stunning metamorphosis and is completely renewed.

The razor blade became even sharper, gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight streaming through the window, as if it could easily slice through the air and cut through anything in its path.

The shape of the handle has become more regular, with smooth and natural lines. When held in the hand, it feels just right, as if it were custom-made for the user, perfectly fitting the curvature of the palm.

Lu Fan picked up the razor from the exit, his eyes filled with surprise and admiration. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, that's awesome! It's practically an all-powerful magic box!"

Ling Yue also came over, looking at the brand new razor with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, as if he could already see his completely transformed appearance.

Ling Yue took the razor, walked to the basin, used the water as a mirror, and successfully shaved his beard.

He hummed a little tune as he shaved, looking as relaxed as if he were enjoying a leisurely vacation rather than shaving.

As the stubble gradually fell away, Ling Yue's face became clearer.

After shaving, Ling Yue looked like a completely different person.

His face, which was originally covered by stubble, now looked even more masculine and handsome.

With his sharply defined chin and deep, expressive eyes, he exudes a unique charm that belies his mature masculinity, elevating his overall aura to a whole new level.

Looking at the refreshed Ling Yue, An Lan's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter. She said with a smile, "Brother Ling, you look several years younger after shaving! You look like a handsome young man!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yue smiled and replied, "It's fortunate that you found the iron mine, otherwise, I really don't know how long I would have had to keep this 'weed' on my face! Speaking of which, I have to thank you for making me feel so refreshed and at ease."

The three chatted away, their laughter echoing throughout the shelter, creating a warm and joyful atmosphere.