"It tastes really good. I rarely have the chance to eat this kind of truly wild mutton before," An Lan mumbled incoherently as she wolfed down her food.

Lu Fan laughed heartily: "So participating in this has its advantages and disadvantages. Although you have to face all kinds of dangers every day, it's actually not bad when you think about it. At least no one is urging you to go to work."

The two enjoyed their meal while enthusiastically sharing their wonderful experiences and feelings from the day.

"Waaaaah~"

Lu Fan turned around and saw that Da Hei was drooling all over the ground.

Lu Fan smiled and cut off a piece of tender mutton, gently tossing it to Da Hei.

Big Black jumped up excitedly, caught it steadily, and chewed it happily, occasionally letting out a satisfied growl.

After a satisfying meal, Lu Fan lay comfortably in a rocking chair, his hands behind his head, gazing leisurely at the azure sky.

His belly was slightly protruding, and his face was full of satisfaction.

At this moment, the warm sunshine is shining on my body. After a satisfying meal, lying down like this is truly one of the happiest moments in life.

Big Black was also lying at his feet, its belly rising and falling with its even breathing, and it would smack its lips from time to time, as if it was still savoring the delicious lamb leg it had just eaten.

Anlan was busy on the side, spreading out the herbs she had collected that day to dry.

She squatted on the ground, gently fiddling with the herbs that still carried the fragrance of the earth, her eyes focused and earnest.

The warm sunlight shone on her, outlining her slender and graceful figure, like a tranquil and beautiful pastoral oil painting.

Occasionally, she would look up, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards Lu Fan.

After drying the herbs, An Lan paced aimlessly around the shelter, and inadvertently glanced at Lu Fan again.

Lu Fan, fast asleep, appeared exceptionally peaceful, a faint smile playing on his lips. His thin face, though tanned dark by the sun, exuded a resolute handsomeness.

An Lan then noticed that Lu Fan had grown a thick stubble on his chin, making him look more weathered and rugged.

This is truly unavoidable. Working hard in the wilderness every day, coupled with a heavy diet and a fast metabolism, naturally causes the beard to grow very quickly.

An idea suddenly flashed through An Lan's mind—to shave Lu Fan's beard.

She tiptoed over to Lu Fan, squatted down, tilted her head, and carefully examined Lu Fan's beard.

The more I look at it, the more jarring it becomes.

In a daze, Lu Fan felt a dark shadow moving in front of him.

He subconsciously squinted and saw An Lan holding a dagger, gesturing around his head.

"Holy crap!" Lu Fan was so startled that he instantly snapped back to reality, instinctively squeezing his legs together, almost tipping the chair over.

An Lan looked at Lu Fan, who had been startled awake, and with a face full of apology, she quickly stood up and explained, "Don't misunderstand, I just thought your beard was too long and I was thinking of shaving it for you."

"You scared me to death! I thought you were going to chop me into eight pieces and use me to cook!"

Lu Fan let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He felt a slight chill even under the bright sun.

"Shaving? That's a good idea! But what will you use? You don't want to use that sharp dagger, do you?!"

Lu Fan stared at the gleaming dagger, his eyes wide like copper bells, his face filled with terror and resistance.

The live stream chat instantly erupted in excitement.

"Haha, this is the first time I've seen the great Lu Fan so frightened and embarrassed!"

"Perfect attention to detail! I saw Lu Fan clasp his legs together!"

"Sigh, you guys don't understand the pain of men!"

An Lan burst into laughter at Lu Fan's exaggerated reaction: "Look at you, so timid! My cooking skills are excellent!"

"No, no, absolutely not!" Lu Fan refused resolutely, the horrifying image of himself with a dagger slashing his chin and blood streaming down his face already flashing through his mind.

"This is no joke. If your hand slips even slightly, my handsome face will be completely disfigured!"

Seeing that Lu Fan's attitude was firm, An Lan did not press the matter further.

However, she smiled and came up with another idea: "Then you have to figure it out yourself. You can't keep wearing this big beard forever, looking like a caveman!"

Lu Fan stroked his thick beard, sighed helplessly, and felt that An Lan's words made sense.

He sat up, thought seriously for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he exclaimed excitedly, "I've got it! We can make our own scissors and razors!"

"Huh? Make it yourself? Can you do it?" An Lan looked doubtful. In her mind, delicate tools like scissors and razors were extremely difficult to make and were not something that could be done easily.

"Don't worry, the bag will be fine!"

Lu Fan patted his chest confidently, "Where do you think all my weapons came from? Although the process is a bit troublesome, as long as you have enough patience and perseverance, you will definitely succeed!"

Without hesitation, Lu Fan instantly perked up, banishing the idea of ​​taking a nap and focusing all his attention on making the tools.

He took out a few pieces of iron ore, swung his pickaxe, and smashed them into small pieces with a few "bangs".

Then, he skillfully sculpted a mold from the clay, his movements fluid and graceful, like a master potter.

Then, Lu Fan carefully placed the ore into the furnace, staring intently at it, constantly monitoring its changes.

Every minute and every second of waiting was filled with anticipation and tension. An Lan watched Lu Fan's busy figure from the side, her heart filled with admiration.

Although she didn't know much about these technical tasks, she knew that refining metals was by no means easy and required a great deal of patience and perseverance.

She quietly handed out tools from the side.

After a long and arduous process, the ore finally began to slowly melt, turning into molten metal.

Lu Fan carefully poured the molten metal into the prepared mold, as if he were watering a seed of hope.

After the metal solidified, he gently opened the mold, and a simple pair of scissor parts and a razor prototype appeared before his eyes.

He quickly took them out and threw them into the water to quench them.

"Magnetic~"

The parts, after being quenched, emitted a black sheen.

The next step is polishing, which also requires meticulous attention and patience.

Lu Fan took the rough metal object, sat on a flat stone, picked up the whetstone, and began to carefully polish it.

He moved with utmost care and concentration, afraid that a single mistake would ruin everything.

An Lan also came over and offered to help polish it.

The two chatted and laughed as they polished the surface, occasionally bursting into laughter over minor mistakes.

Cut the scissors in half, leaving a precise hole in the middle for easy securing with something, while also ensuring they can be opened and closed flexibly.

After much effort, the scissors and razor were finally completed.

Lu Fan held them up and proudly waved them in front of An Lan: "See? I told you I could make them!"

Looking at the two simple tools that embodied the hard work and sweat of the two of them, An Lan couldn't help but give them a thumbs up and exclaimed, "You're amazing, Lu Fan! Now we can finally shave your beard!"

Lu Fan sat down with a smile, and An Lan picked up a razor, ready to shave his beard.

Lu Fan's legs trembled slightly involuntarily with nervousness. Anyone would be terrified if someone held a knife to their neck.

"Don't be afraid. When I was an intern at the hospital, I often handled scalpels and learned a lot of skills. I promise I won't hurt you," An Lan said softly, her tone full of confidence and gentleness.

Lu Fan felt that the sentence sounded familiar, as if he had said something similar before, but he couldn't remember where.

"How could this be? How could this be? This stinky bear would be so kind... Oh no, I'm not scared at all, come on."

He spoke with feigned composure, but a barely perceptible hint of nervousness still flashed across his face.

An Lan couldn't help but smile as she watched Lu Fan trying to appear calm.

She first used some soap solution, gently rubbing it in her hands to create a fine, dense foam, and then gently applied it to Lu Fan's beard in preparation for shaving.