"Vanilla extract?"
"Make a cake?"
"Send it all over the world?"
The judge asked three questions with a puzzled look, thinking that Shen Yulou was talking nonsense.
They initially thought Shen Yulou was a dark spirit, so when they tied Shen Yulou up, they used ropes specifically designed to bind and kill dark spirits.
But Shen Yulou didn't react at all, which was really strange.
"Alright, what's there to ask? He's obviously a scammer."
Another judge, with a cold expression, nudged his shoulder and clapped his hands to call for help.
"Villains die from talking too much, and you chatterbox will die young too."
"Someone, bring out the EEG technology to check if I'm lying, then do a memory regression scan, and use the micro-expression and body movement analysis system."
With these three techniques, he was convinced that he wouldn't be able to expose this person's lies and strip them bare of all their secrets.
Upon receiving the message, the soldiers gathered in the testing room, forming three groups to check the results from the three machines.
"Hiss, this, huh? Are you serious?"
Looking at the results presented by the memory regression scanner, her expression shifted from shock to confusion, and then to bewilderment.
Everyone fell silent when they heard Shen Yulou say, "I want to make sweet cakes for the wounded soldiers."
Shen Yulou deliberately edited and deleted certain parts of his memories, so that what they could see was what he wanted them to see.
"Sir, the EEG test results show no abnormalities."
"Sir, the micro-expression and body movement analysis system also shows no abnormalities."
Two sergeants came up, saluted loudly, and reported the news, which quieted everyone down.
"It really is vanilla extract?"
The judge scratched his head.
"So you're really here to make a cake?"
Another judge scratched his face.
"What should we do? What should we do?"
Everyone looked troubled, feeling somewhat helpless.
If they truly harbor ill intentions, then they should simply arrest and kill them.
But the key point is that she is an innocent and kind little fairy with a sincere heart who wants to make sweet cakes for the soldiers going to the battlefield.
It was a small, enticing restaurant that was specially set up next to a hospital to serve food to wounded soldiers.
"Hey, let's report this to the higher-ups and let them make their own decision."
The second lieutenant in charge felt a headache coming on, so he started shifting the blame.
"How do we explain this to the vanilla extract?"
The officers looked at Shen Yulou, who was bound hand and foot in the interrogation room, and felt a pang of guilt in their eyes.
"They said we don't like sweet little cakes."
"Actually, I love to eat..."
"I love to eat it too..."
The faintest sounds, like those of mosquitoes, rang out. People couldn't help but look down and poke their hands, mimicking the act of burying one's head in the sand.
All they know is eating.
"You're here to fight, not to eat."
The lieutenant took off his hat and struck one of them on the head with a stick, cursing as he did so.
Everyone lowered their heads and listened to the scolding without saying a word.
Shen Yulou was finally freed and successfully got off the ground. He quickly pushed open the door of the testing room and poked his head out.
"You need to eat even when you're on the battlefield."
What should I do if I get hungry?
"My cakes are delicious, and my donuts are good too. I can also make egg yolk pastries, peach pastries, and pig-shaped pastries..."
He counted the desserts he could make on his fingers, reciting them for a long time like reciting a menu.
"If none of you like it, you can tell me what desserts you like to eat."
“I can go and learn.”
As everyone listened to his rambling words, it would be a lie to say they weren't moved; some of the younger soldiers had already started to lower their heads and bite their lips.
I want to cry, but I don't dare to.
Why do you want to bake cakes for the soldiers?
"Wouldn't it be better to drive in a safe area? It would be safer."
In the quiet atmosphere, the lieutenant slightly raised his head, his eyes filled with indescribable emotions.
"Fighting is tough enough."
Shen Yulou stared intently into his eyes.
“People living in safe areas don’t need my dessert shop, because there are plenty of dessert shops around them.”
"But you don't."
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