Durin's Diary

See Chapter 915

Hearing that Dulin had finished writing the report, Xiangshu glanced at it and exclaimed, "Mr. Dulin's handwriting is beautiful!"

The feeling of stealing was so overwhelming that even Dulin himself couldn't quite handle it—in his past life, Dulin's proudest asset was his beautiful handwriting.

This girl is too skilled; the Dulin family's daughter is no match for her.

At this point, after Eleven finished his inspection, he floated up.

“It’s an old mechanical body!” Xiang Shu shouted, pointing at Eleven.

Dulin assumed the girl had heard the story of the puppet bone and was just reacting to the stress, so he reached out and grabbed Eleven: "It's okay, this is mine."

"Ah, is this Mr. Dulin's personal item?" Xiang Shu asked, looking at Eleven in Dulin's hand with curiosity. "I've only ever seen ancient mechanical beings in the basement of my great-grandfather's house. Do they have intelligence? Can they talk?"

What a wonderful underground residence for the great-grandmother's family! But she wasn't wrong; as the daughter of the Crown Prince's second son, it was normal for Xiang Shu to live outside the palace.

But then again, Dulin was a little curious. So it wasn't just a stress response, which made things easier: "Can the old machines under your house talk?"

"Yes, he said his name was Pangu, and that he was created by some scientists from the ancient civilization who lived on the moon. Are scientists considered gods?" "In the Western Continent, scientists belong to the ancient ancestors. In fact, you could say that. In my opinion, races without tails, such as humans, should have been created by the ancient ancestors using themselves as a template."

"And what about us?"

“Of course, it was created by our ancestors. Otherwise, where would you think all those monsters and demons came from?” Dulin said, but Anta nudged him lightly with his elbow: “Don’t talk to children like that.”

“In fact, Pangu said that we Zhulong were originally intended to serve the ancestors and act as administrators.”

Du Lin was somewhat surprised by Xiang Shu's words, and even Da Ju chimed in: "You even know this? It seems that you are quite special in the eyes of this AI called Pangu."

"Maybe it's because I'm the only one among my generation of children who is a Zhulong (a mythical dragon)," Xiangshu said.

Big Orange and Eleven both sighed in Dulin's head.

This is a big bet, Mr. Dulin. You can't get rid of this kid now.

We can just keep raising them.

Du Lin knew perfectly well that if this girl really had a child named Zhulongzi, her family would definitely try every means to bring the child back to Changtang.

To be honest, Du Lin also understood that if he, Lan En, and Xiang Shu had children in the future, he would do his best to arrange for their children to return to Chang Tang.

For others, it's a matter of not putting all your eggs in one basket. But for Dulin, if these children can help the people of Changtang after returning home, he will be more than satisfied.

“It’s alright. With your parents around, I believe that more Zhulongzi will be born in the future,” Anta comforted her.

Before Dulin could say anything more, Anta took the little female dragon to take a bath.

Du Lin sighed.

Every family has its own set of problems.

Why are you sighing?

Daju asked.

I thought of the old days, when there was no need for grand principles, just the need to kill without worrying about burying, and no need for the sentimentality I feel now.

Dulin leaned back in his chair, rummaging through his cigarette pack while sighing. But seeing the five little brats running up to him, Dulin finally smiled and stood up: "Come on, I'll take you to eat."

Despite his smoking habit, Dulin at least understood one thing: he would try his best not to smoke in front of children.

………………

"Why is Mr. Dulin eating in the soldiers' mess hall?" The old general, who was inspecting the soldiers' meals in the mess hall, saw Dulin and five little guys sitting in a corner as soon as he entered the dining area.

He didn't see anyone when he first came over because there was a wall blocking his view, but now that there's no wall, he can see them.

“Mr. Dulin has been eating in the soldiers’ mess hall ever since he arrived,” Commander Guo Huai said softly. “You haven’t seen it, but on his first day, he brought over several hundred little cat demons and took over all the work in the mess hall. The food was really delicious, although the meat was a bit tough. But young people have good teeth, so it was very popular.”

"Well, so I'm the only one who didn't get any."

"No, that little cat demon named Xia Li over there is Du Lin's personal maid."

Upon hearing such explosive news, the old general turned his head and immediately noticed the problem: "This child... is a nature master?"

"In the Western Continent, they should be called Druids."

"Anyway, it's pretty strong."

The old general immediately recognized the kitten's abilities—she could hum a tune while controlling four tree spirits and managing a food preparation area. This kitten was at least a half-step legendary level existence.

"Incredible! A kitten this strong, and it doesn't look very old. Amazing!" The old general exclaimed, leading Guo Huai to the counter. He looked at the food bowls that were already half-filled—most of them contained various kinds of meat, or mixed foods with meat in them.

"Give it a try." Guo Huai handed over a bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

The old general picked out a little of each of the various foods from more than a dozen bowls, then sat down and ate a few bites: "It's a bit salty."

“Mr. Dulin said that the soldiers sweat in the trenches every day, so it’s okay for them to eat a little salt. I asked the Taoist priests, and they said that Mr. Dulin was right. Madam Qi even told the kitchen to do it according to Mr. Dulin’s instructions.”

"Lady Qi really does like this old man quite a bit." As an elder, the old general also knew some things.

It's a pity that the falling flowers are affectionate, but the flowing water is indifferent. I don't know why the old marshal didn't respond to Lady Qi.

However, this matter was not something the old general needed to worry about, so he finished the food in his bowl: "Apart from being a bit salty, everything else is fine. What do the soldiers say?"

"The vast majority of the soldiers on the front lines gave it positive reviews. The rest only complained a few times that it was too salty. After all, young people in the south tend to eat lighter food."

"As long as the soldiers agree."

He returned the bowls and chopsticks, watching as a young soldier took them and placed them into what appeared to be a special box for passing around bowls and chopsticks.

"This is……"

"The idea of ​​disinfecting and cleaning the dishes after recycling was also suggested by Mr. Du Lin. He said that since the weather in the south is hot, the dishes must be treated with hot water."

"Wasn't this how it was handled before?"

“Someone was slacking off, and Mr. Dulin saw it. He was very angry and said that if the slacking off caused an epidemic, the chefs would be the sinners. Anyway, it was quite an unpleasant day.”

Hearing Guo Huai say this, the old general felt as if the sky was falling: "Who is in charge of this canteen? This is outrageous! Mr. Du Lin was right, how can anyone oppose a Grand Commander!"

(End of this chapter)