My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 96 95. The Fire is Dying (3)

"It is now midnight on February 13, 2010, the Chinese Lunar New Year. The Monyach anchored at the Three Gorges Reservoir. The river is quiet and the equipment is normal. Tonight we will implement the Bronze Plan. I am Captain Manstein. This is This is the captain’s diary of my thirteenth voyage.” Professor Manstein glanced at his watch and dialed the overseas phone number, “Preparations are complete, please give us the final order from the school board.”

"Start taking action and wish you good luck." Principal Angers hung up the phone. The entire mission was handed over to Manstein. Kassel College headquarters provided full support but did not provide remote control because Principal Angers did not Bian almost broke with the school board on this matter, and although the school board ultimately chose to compromise, it still had great misgivings.

Different from last time, this time the Monyach is fully armed, and the equipment department has stuffed all the latest things into the bottom compartment. This ship has concentrated the most advanced technology of mankind so far, and its firepower can compete with a destroyer.

In addition to the Monyach, there are two other such ships.

Manstein looked out from the porthole of the captain's cabin. The xenon lamp was hovering on the river to search, and he could vaguely see the numbers on the blue-gray side panels of the ship. They were 105 and 106, which were their ship numbers.

"Everything is ready and waiting for your orders at any time, Professor." A young man with thin-rimmed glasses walked into the captain's cabin, holding a briefcase in his arm, wearing a black suit and a black striped tie, and on his leather shoes With a bright luster, he looked like a manager working in a bank at first glance. It was hard to imagine that such a person would appear on a ship that was about to rush to kill the dragon.

"You are much more capable than we thought." Manstein did not look back at the young man. This man had a special status tonight and deserved to be treated well by Kassel, but he gave people the impression that It was just too uncomfortable.

There is a word in Chinese idiom called duplicity, which means doing one thing in front of others and having bad intentions behind the scenes. It is usually used to describe villains. Manstein really didn’t want to use this word on this young man, but he was such a person. Although he was impeccably polite and had an impeccable smile, and he was very organized and steady in doing things, when he saw his smile and squinting When Manstein opened his eyes, he instinctively felt that this guy looked like a despicable bastard who would stab people in the back.

"Are you talking about the dispatch with the Shipping Bureau?" The young man was slightly startled. "I think this kind of thing is not surprising, right? With Cassel's ability, he obtained the government's blockade order when performing such a task in the United States. It should be easy too.”

"No, I mean those two ships. Hull numbers 105 and 106. They should have been decommissioned and used as a museum three years ago. They should not have appeared here..."

The young man laughed and smiled very humbly, "They are well maintained, but it would be a waste if they were used as a museum. In fact, we paid a large deposit for their dispatch. If today's actions cause them to have If we lose more, we will have to expend more blood on the construction of new ships of the same ship number."

"In your opinion, that's just a small amount of money, right?" Manstein also laughed. As a disciplinary committee member, he has always been a serious person, and it is rare for him to choose to joke a little about such things.

"Your expression gives me an ominous premonition. I always feel as if you will use those two beautiful destroyers as bait to sink them." The young man had to put away his business negotiation style and chose to raise his hand. Surrender, "To be honest, I'm a military fan and don't want to see this happen."

"Don't worry, tonight is the day of the decisive battle in Kassel. Dragon King Norton will definitely be buried at the bottom of the river. Those of us on the ship are only engaged in auxiliary work. It is the young people who are really going to kill the Dragon King. If Norton really If you want to take the blame for us, then the Monyach will only fight with your ladies to the end." Manstein patted the young man on the shoulder, "Would you like to go to see Casse together? Your elite students? Maybe friendly exchanges will help you both gain something."

"Although I really want to accept this honor, I'd better forget it tonight." The young man smiled bitterly and adjusted the frame of the mirror. "There are people in there who don't want to see me. If we meet in a place like this, maybe they will." Fighting will affect morale."

"We are all members of the same family, how close are we to each other?" Manstein was a little curious.

Nono rarely mentioned her family background to people around her, but the professors in Cassell knew it to some extent. Her real name was Chen Motong, and she came from the Chen family in China. That ancient family has been around for five thousand years. It has been passed down through wars in its long history and has rich experience in dragon slaying and means of survival.

Kassel's branches and leaves are spread all over the world, but it is rarely set foot in China and Japan, because the mixed breeds in these two places have their own way of survival, and they do not want to be disturbed by the outside world. But in the face of the great cause of dragon slaying, they and Cassel have a common position and are willing to provide help for this. Of course, they also hope to get some good benefits from it.

The Chen family is the best among Chinese mixed races. The young man who appeared on the Monyach tonight is called Chen Jun. All the parts of the Bronze Plan related to the Chen family are executed by him with full authority. He seems to be young. Big, but obviously deeply trusted by the family.

"No... Mainly because I'm more afraid of her..." Mentioning the devil-like woman, Chen Jun showed a hint of fear, as if a wandering businessman saw a little devil popping out of a grave and asked him for passing money, "When I was a kid, The two of us don't get along very well, and we always have differences on various things. The solution is to fight directly, and whoever wins will listen."

"Oh." Manstein nodded. This story does sound very similar to Nono's style. She is now a little witch in the world, and she must have been a devil-level naughty child when she was a child.

"But I have never defeated her. Every time I was beaten, my nose was bruised and my face was swollen. As a result, I am still a little afraid of her when I see her now." Chen Jun lowered his head and adjusted the frame of the mirror to cover up his most embarrassing history. Not being able to beat a girl is indeed something that makes a boy resentful. He will probably never forget Chen Motong in his life.

"The bad fate between childhood sweethearts." Manstein's Chinese is very good, and his evaluation is to the point. "When I see Nono, I won't say that you are here."

"Many thanks!"

Manstein returned to the lower cabin. The students were gathered in front of a large pot, holding bowls and slurping their mouths. For some students, it was indeed the first time to eat this kind of thing and they were not used to it. After swallowing it whole, their faces burned. Twisted, but still couldn't stand the delicious temptation and couldn't bear to spit it out, rolling the things in his mouth around with a devil-like face.

"What are you doing?" Manstein frowned slightly.

"Eat dumplings! Today is the Chinese Lunar New Year. Do as the Romans do. Here we eat dumplings to celebrate New Year's Eve!" Fingel, the chef in charge of cooking, wearing a chef's hat on his head, picked up the pot and scooped out three dumplings. Manstein was presented with a smile on his face, like a waiter selling the signature dishes of his restaurant, "The stuffed pork and green onions are so delicious! Professor, would you like some too?"

The tense dragon-slaying battle was about to begin, but the A-class elites gathered here to eat dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions. Manstein didn't know whether it was because the students lacked nervousness and regarded this as an outing, or because Fingel was such a turtle. The grandson would be a nuisance wherever he left it, and he began to consider whether throwing the boy off the deck to feed the fish would be the best option.

But he had to admit that this pot of dumplings was indeed very fragrant... The smell wafting out of the pot was so strong that even the fish in the Yangtze River probably couldn't bear it and tried to jump up to the deck from the water to have a taste. Judging from the gloss of the dumpling dough, Judging from the beautiful shape of Yuanbao and the rich old Shanxi vinegar on the table, the guy who proposed to eat this pot of dumplings is definitely an authentic Chinese, with a heart that will be full even if the mountain collapses in front of him, and he will die after eating. A foodie soul that will never fade away.

"Who made the dumplings?" Manstein looked around at every student in the cabin. He didn't believe that Fingel's German stomach, which was used to eating pork knuckles and sauerkraut, could make an authentic Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

"I..." A weak voice sounded in the crowd, followed by small hands that were still stained with flour. Many people consciously moved out of the way to expose the culprit, but Caesar and Nono unanimously said They looked at each other and decided to guard tightly and never betray the good boy who provided everyone with delicious food. They just stood in front and refused to get out of the way. If you didn't consider that they were still holding bowls and spoons in their hands, this scene was quite Spartan in front of Thermopylae. The taste of a warrior.

Manstein had to go around in a big circle to break through the crowd and break in. There were stacks of prepared dough, plus a pot of pork and green onion stuffing with a fragrant onion flavor. Dumplings that are ready to be cooked. Lu Mingfei, wearing an apron and holding her hands behind her back, lowered her head and did not dare to look at the professor. She felt that she had made a big mistake, but Chu Zihang opposite her was still expressionless and could still squeeze with one hand while looking at Professor Manstein. Dumplings, this skill can give him a Dumpling God Award.

"I think the chef on our ship should provide you with a sumptuous dinner." Manstein said with a dark face.

"But he is a German chef professor. We have eaten German food in the college for many years. We should improve the taste." Caesar was the first to step forward to help the Chinese students. The Italian nobleman had eaten many absolutely traditional dishes. This was the first time that Chinese dumplings were made for him by his opponent and a beautiful girl at the same time. This made him enjoy the feeling of being served by Chu Zihang, so even if there was Chu Zihang in there, he was willing to come out and be the thorn in the side. Anyway, he was such a character. He had fought with Manstein, the disciplinary committee member, in Kassel on average once every three days, so he had rich experience.

"You can mention it to him," Manstein said weakly.

"I mentioned it!" Nono held up her chopsticks, but she hadn't finished eating the dumplings in her mouth, so she took some time to chew before she could continue talking. "But he said he can't cook Chinese food! If we want to eat it, he can Provide the tools and ingredients and let us do it ourselves!”

"Aren't you worried about eating so much that it will affect the battle?" Manstein had to get down to business.

"Only when you are full can you have the strength to work, Professor! During the ancient wars, the soldiers were very strong after eating their own wife cakes!" Fingel waved his spoon, looking very happy to be the chef taking care of his big meat. Pot, because Lu Mingfei said that if he was willing to do this job, he would provide him with mushroom and chive flavor. Once this loser got an extra discount, he didn’t know what dignity was, so he had to kneel down and lick Lu Mingfei’s shoes. Face.

It seemed that this dumpling meal had successfully conquered everyone. Even Ling silently enjoyed the delicious food and didn't even want to participate in wasting her time. Manstein had to turn his attention to Chu Zihang. In his opinion, Chu Zihang may be the person who knows the most important things here, although he is also the culprit now.

"My mother specially sent me a message tonight to tell me to eat dumplings." Chu Zihang's face was serious, except for the words "I am very filial" on his forehead. "She said that Chinese people no matter where they are, You must eat dumplings on New Year’s Eve so that you can be happy and healthy in the coming year.”

This is really a killer move. Chu Zihang has always seemed very traditional and obedient, and would not do anything out of the ordinary, except when on a mission, so many professors like Chu Zihang quite a lot. But when Chu Zihang mentioned this classic quote from my mother, Manstein knew that he had completely lost tonight. How could you bear to take away the dumplings he had just made from such a good and filial boy? Why can't he listen to his mother well?

Manstein was an orphan, so he cared more about family ties.

After a long silence, Manstein had to raise his hands and surrender: "Okay, you won, but your gluttony must not affect the work in the water! I don't want to see anyone report to me after carrying out the mission, saying that he I ate too much and my stomach ached and I asked to go to the toilet!”

Huge cheers broke out among the students, applauding Manstein for this wise decision. Fingel took out all the dumplings left in the pot and gave Professor Manstein a big portion. Nono pressed Manstein's shoulders and pushed him to his seat. A group of people held their own bowls and watched eagerly as Manstein ate dumplings. If he could get his approval, this extraordinary feast would be perfect. knock off.

"Indeed... it's delicious." Manstein looked at the spoon in his hand. He had to admit that Shanxi aged vinegar and pig head and green onion dumplings were a perfect match. Even the German stomach was conquered at this moment.

The person who laughed the most was probably Lu Mingfei, because this was what she thought of. This is how the Chinese New Year should be spent. Even if you eat this meal, you have to go to war, so she went to borrow the tools from the head chef. , I didn’t expect that everyone who passed by was very curious when they saw it at first. After learning about it, they gave full support. In the end, even the senior brothers joined in because Chu Zihang said that he had just received a text message from his mother asking him to eat it tonight. dumpling.

Before conquering a person's heart, you must first conquer his stomach. Thanks to the skill of learning cooking from his aunt since childhood, everyone was very satisfied with this meal. Even if the students participating in this bronze project have never met Lu Mingfei , you should also soon remember this little, S-level Chinese girl named Lu Mingfei.