Cultivation Department Shura Field

Chapter 363 362 The day's plan is in the morning

"Son, what do you want for your eighteenth birthday?"

Xu Zhe felt a little funny when he received a call from his father and heard this question.

The two little girls just pondered this problem. Why is it that even dad is like this?

He smiled and replied: "I don't want anything. To be honest, there is no need to buy me anything."

Xu Guowei: "You are eighteen years old. The young man has grown into an adult. Your mother said that there must be a sense of ceremony. What do you think?"

Xu Zhe: "I don't think you need to be so serious, just be casual."

The father on the other end of the phone seemed to have some discussions with someone, and then said to him: "Your mother wants to take leave and come over to celebrate your birthday with you."

Xu Zhe asked: "What about you?"

Xu Guowei: "I'm going to drive her here, and of course we'll have a meal together. Why, won't you give me a meal?"

"It's definitely okay to eat..." At this point, Xu Zhe hesitated.

Tomorrow is his eighteenth birthday, and it is known that Shen Lan, Tang Lingfei, and Song Xingye will all come over. Originally, such a significant Shura field requires a lot of thought. If parents are added to the mix, the situation seems to become more complicated.

But thinking about it carefully, it is really unjustifiable to not let my parents come on such a day.

So Xu Zhe said: "It's good for you to come, but you really don't need to bring anything."

The father asked: "Shall we cook a meal for you? The birthday boy should just stop working."

Xu Zhe: "That's not necessary."

Xu Guowei was silent for two seconds and suddenly said: "Oh, you already have a little cook there, right?"

Thinking about Song Xingye's appearance in a maid uniform and apron, she was more like a little maid than a little cook.

Xu Zhe: "Anyway, you two will definitely not be the only ones coming tomorrow."

Xu Guowei: "Understood, there are a few little girls. This is a reminder, I know what to give you."

Xu Zhe suddenly had a bad premonition: "Don't you want to give me something that I can't take out in front of others?"

My father smiled "haha", and that smile was meaningful.

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The next morning, Xu Zhe was awakened by the sound of knocking on the window.

He sat up and saw Tang Lingfei standing outside the window. I walked over and opened the window, and the girl's shouting became clearer:

"Get up, open the door for me and Xiao Zizi!"

Xu Zhe asked: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Tang Lingfei: "I'll prepare breakfast for you!"

Xu Zhe glanced at it and asked again: "Did you buy breakfast?"

Tang Lingfei shook her head: "I'm not buying it. Xiao Yezi said that I would make it for you. By the way, let me watch and learn from it."

Xu Zhe remembered that Song Xingye had said before that he would prepare a meal for his birthday. But he thought it would only be lunch and dinner at most, but was it even including breakfast?

He walked to the door of the living room and opened the security door.

The quiet girl was standing outside the door, holding a plastic bag containing ingredients. She pursed her lips and said softly, "Good morning."

As soon as Xu Zhe said "good morning", another energetic girl had already rushed over.

Tang Lingfei: "Xiao Ziye has prepared several breakfasts for you to choose from. Do you want fried dumplings, fried eggs or noodle soup?"

Xu Zhe: "There are multiple-choice questions here? It's just breakfast, does it need to be so complicated?"

Song Xingye smiled slightly and said: "It's actually very simple, and there aren't many ingredients to prepare."

Xu Zhe: "Then let me try fried dumplings. Dumplings don't need to be made fresh... Oh, they are made by merchants."

He saw the ingredients in the girl's hands. In addition to dumplings, there are also things like eggs, wet noodles, spring onions, etc. The ingredients are indeed very simple, but it is much more serious than buying buns and fried dough sticks in the breakfast shop in the past.

Song Xingye carried the bag into the kitchen and started working immediately. Tang Lingfei followed her, acting as an audience while asking questions.

Tang Lingfei: "Aren't you cooking dumplings? Why are you putting oil in the pot?"

Song Xingye: "Fried dumplings don't need to be boiled."

Tang Lingfei: "I see...what is this?"

Song Xingye: "Starch."

Tang Lingfei: "Is this a seasoning for dipping?" Song Xingye: "Dip it in water and cook it later. What we need now is water starch to make ice flowers."

Tang Lingfei looked at the operation and felt an eye-opening feeling: "Oh, pour it directly into the pot... You are now chopping the green onions. Are you going to make seasoning?"

Song Xingye: "Yes, I'll eat it later."

Xu Zhe stood outside the kitchen, listening to their conversation, and knew Song Xingye's operating procedures without even looking. He had never been taught how to make fried dumplings with snowflakes, so Xiao Yezi must have learned it himself.

Just as the aroma in the kitchen was getting stronger, there was another knock on the door outside.

Xu Zhe's heart tightened.

Who is coming? Shen Lan? Are you going to start practicing in the Shura field so early?

However, apart from the tension, there is more joy and expectation. After all, he and Shen Lan hadn't seen each other for a while.

However, when he walked over and opened the door, he saw his parents.

Xu Zhe said in surprise: "You came so early?"

Zeng Jing smiled and said: "We got up before dawn, your father is very active..."

Xu Guowei coughed twice and interrupted: "Looking at your reaction, is there anything shameful in the house?"

"How is that possible..." Xu Zhe said, turning sideways to let his parents in.

Tang Lingfei ran out of the kitchen and said hello: "Hello, uncle and aunt!"

Immediately afterwards, Song Xingye came out of the kitchen with a plate and said with a smile: "Good morning, uncle and aunt, have you had breakfast? I made fried dumplings, you can try them too."

Zeng Jing and Xu Guowei looked at each other, and the couple's eyes were quite meaningful.

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Tang Lingfei, Song Xingye, Xu Zhe and their parents, a total of five people, sat down at the dining table. A plate of snowflake fried dumplings was placed in the middle of the table, and five small dipping plates were divided among them.

It was originally a breakfast for three people, but it seemed a bit small to share it with five people.

Xu Guowei and Zeng Jing said that they had eaten before going on the road, but after the enthusiastic invitation of the two girls, they picked up their chopsticks and tasted a few.

As soon as she started eating, Tang Lingfei was shocked: "It's delicious! The shell is crispy, wow..."

Xu Zhe also praised: "It's not bad, the heat is well controlled, and the taste when dipping into the dish is good."

But his father commented: "It's a bit oily to eat this in the morning."

Zeng Jing rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "Just a little oil, it's so delicious! Little Ye Zi, don't listen to uncle's nonsense, your cooking skills are really good!"

Xu Guowei: "I didn't say that her cooking skills are not good. Anyway, she must be much better than you."

Zeng Jing rolled her eyes and doubled up: "Are you looking for trouble?"

Xu Guowei: "To be honest, is this called finding trouble? Really, let alone you, I think it's better than Xu Zhe. Son, how long has it been since you cooked seriously? Can't you compare with Xiao Zizi?"

Xu Zhe chewed the fried dumplings in his mouth and couldn't help but smile: "It's possible."

Zeng Jing: "You still find trouble on your son's birthday?"

Xu Guowei: "I'm just telling the truth..."

Zeng Jing: "Shut up!"

Seeing that the couple seemed to be quarreling, Song Xingye couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Xu Zhe noticed the girl's worry and explained, "Don't pay attention to them. This is just the daily bickering. I'm used to it."

Tang Lingfei also added: "Yes, I'm used to it too."

Song Xingye: "I understand..."

At this moment, Xu Guowei suddenly put down his chopsticks, stood up and said, "I won't eat anymore. It won't be enough if I kill a few more of you. Son, come with me."

Xu Zhe: "..."

Seeing his father like that, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

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(End of this chapter)