When Yan Shi returned home that night, he specifically mentioned to Zhuang Zhao that he had encountered the crow.
"It might have been chasing after you; it's stuck with you."
"I'd love for it, but I still think it would be dangerous for it to live in the city, and I'm a little worried."
"So why did you go to get your car repaired?"
"It's damaged."
Are you hurt?
"There was a car accident, and I wasn't in the car at the time."
"Don't ride your tricycle to buy groceries next time. Cars are driving recklessly in the city, it's too dangerous."
"It wasn't on the road. My car was parked perfectly fine and it got hit. The woman even threatened me. But Tong Ying managed to settle things. Wow, Tong Ying is so cool! You didn't see it. If you had, you would definitely have fallen in love with her."
"No, I've seen even more handsome men," Zhuang Zhao said softly.
"Huh?" Yan Shi didn't hear clearly.
What should we eat tonight?
"Eggplant, I bought some tender eggplants. Let's try making spicy eggplant. My mom makes super delicious spicy eggplant. I can eat a whole bowl of rice in one bite. It's just that she doesn't like to make it. I've only had it three times. She says it only tastes good when it's made with eggplant twists."
"How do we do it?"
"Twisted eggplant, chili flakes, diced meat. I don't know the exact steps, but it's spicy and pungent in the middle, and the smell can waft into the bedroom through the crack in the door."
"Let's try each method one by one."
"Don't worry, I'll eat it all even if it's not very tasty. These are all my favorites, so they can't be that bad."
"You can't eat spicy food, so let's make something else."
"OK."
"Don't be so sure. Tell me what to cook, and I'll wash the vegetables."
How about the eggplant fritters?
"Okay." Yan Shi nodded with satisfaction; she also loved eggplant fritters.
"Oh right, Tong Ying said it's Grandpa Tianyuan Xinle's birthday this week, and asked if we want to go."
"What are we going to do for Grandpa Yuan Xinle's birthday?" Zhuang Zhao wasn't interested.
“Yuan Xinle is a sorcerer, and her grandfather is an incredibly powerful sorcerer. Don’t you want to see him? What a great opportunity! Tong Ying said that the old man loves excitement, so it wouldn’t be impolite for us to go.”
"Then go ahead."
"What should we bring? The old man likes to drink, but I heard he has some health problems and it's not recommended for him to drink. Why don't we ask Yuan Xinle and cater to his preferences?"
Seeing that Yan Shi was having a good time talking to himself, Zhuang Zhao didn't force himself to join in the conversation and focused on cooking.
"Is the rice cooking yet?"
"I pressed the switch, there's no way I could forget about something like that," Yan Shi said, trying to justify himself.
"Just a casual question, just a casual question."
"snort."
On Sunday, the two carried a piece of wood that they had specially cut down outside District Seven to make into a puppet, enduring the curious glances of passersby.
"I feel like I need to live on a different planet." Yan Shi said, both amused and exasperated. Luckily, Zhuang Zhao was there to make a fool of himself with her.
Have you ever seen Yuan Xinle's puppetry skills?
"No, I heard Chang Ge describe it. You can control a puppet by putting her hair inside. Yuan Xinle learned from her grandfather since she was a child. She can currently control two puppets at the same time. It is said that her grandfather can control six at the same time. Six! Suddenly you have six reliable teammates who are not afraid of pain. Just thinking about it is amazing."
"It is said that the only person who can make flexible and sturdy puppets is Yuan Xinle's grandfather. Yuan Xinle's uncle is a high-ranking official in the Seventh District, so after Yuan Xinle joined Team 404, the status of Team 404 also rose accordingly." Yan Shi then briefly explained the rivalry between Team 404 and Team 301 to Zhuang Zhao.
"Yuan Xinle is simply a winner in life. She's beautiful, talented, from a good family, and has a boyfriend. It's hard not to sigh."
"Don't envy her, you are also a winner in life. There are very few people in the apocalypse who can take their own lives into their own hands."
“That’s true.” Yan Shi immediately raised his chin, extremely proud, but the next second he almost tripped over the protruding floor tile and his hand was scratched by the small fork on the wood.
"I'll carry it myself."
"That won't do. It would look bad if I came empty-handed. Let's hurry up, we're probably the last ones to arrive."
The old man, though over eighty, was still vigorous and sturdy. He chuckled as he lifted a piece of wood that Yan Shi and Zhuang Zhao could barely lift with one hand and set it aside, showing off the puppet monkey he had recently made to the younger generation.
"Monkeys are agile, and it's difficult to make a wooden replica that can match the level of a real monkey. This one is already at its limit. It can move quickly through the forest and is very suitable for reconnaissance and retrieving things."
"Grandpa, come in and have some cake. Don't force them to listen to you show off."
"I only mentioned it because they were interested. If you don't believe me, ask them. You're the only one who's not interested." It was clear that the old man harbored deep resentment towards his granddaughter for not taking the puppet seriously.
"Even if I'm not interested, I still practice diligently."
"You can't even make a puppet insect yet. Are you planning to inherit the puppets I left behind and pass them on to your descendants?"
"Then you blame me if my puppetry doesn't work? What can I do if I don't have the talent? If you're afraid the art won't be passed down, then hurry up and find someone to inherit it. In this day and age, do you really expect me to have children to carry on the tradition? Aren't you afraid of losing two lives? If the puppetry art is lost to your grandfather, your ancestors will definitely blame you for being old-fashioned and inflexible."
Others: Wow, Xinle is so eloquent, I never noticed before.
"I'm already looking. These family techniques have been passed down through generations and are ingrained in our blood. It's not something just anyone can learn." The old man was clearly lacking in confidence, obviously still pinning his hopes on Yuan Xinle.
"How do you know someone can't learn if you don't teach them? Even if they can't learn to control puppets, you should at least train someone to make puppets."
"I know, I know, you just don't like the look of calluses on your hands."
"Grandpa~"
"Let's eat cake, let's eat cake."
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