When Tan Yunchang walked into the laboratory from the outside, he had the words "Wandering in the Sky" written all over his face.
The lab members sitting around the table heard the sound of the door opening, stopped discussing, and turned around to look.
"Senior Tan, what did Brother Zhan say?"
"… "
"Senior Tan??"
"Ah?" Tan Yunchang came back to his senses slowly, "Oh, I just called him, he has something to do today and can't come back."
"What about the troubleshooting of this bionic robot?"
Tan Yunchang: "Luo Zhan means that the troubleshooting should be prioritized. Let's pick a voice changer with sufficient correction in the past two days."
A few people were stunned: "Voice changer?"
Tan Yunchang: "Well. There is also Qianhua. You are responsible for the research on the charging and battery life of the robot, right? You can find a few papers on solar-powered charging robots this afternoon to study."
Lin Qianhua was stunned: "Solar charging? What are you looking for? This robot is not powered by this method?"
"It really isn't, but Luo Zhan needs you to come up with a theory and pretend it is."
"?"
People are even more stupid.
Lin Qianhua couldn't hold back and said, "Senior Tan, what exactly is Brother Zhan trying to deal with this matter? After all, it was our fault. Just tell me, we can bear it."
Tan Yunchang's expression is a little distorted," he said, considering that the laboratory's new project is tentatively scheduled to focus on the generalization capability of home service robots, as the leader of the int team, he decided to take the lead in sneaking into the targeted user group and do a good job in the user's needs. Market research facilitates timely closed-loop feedback to ensure the smooth progress of our research work.”
"… "
A group of pure engineering students in the laboratory were flooded with this bowl of ecstasy soup.
After several seconds, a sincere person finally raised his hand cautiously and asked, "Senior Tan, can you translate it into human language? I don't understand."
Tan Yunchang sighed slowly, as if he had finally digested the indigestible news he heard on the phone just now.
With an extremely complicated mood, Tan Yunchang said:
"Luo Zhan will take himself as a birthday present and give it to Tang Ran to wear a humanoid bionic robot."
"—??"
Everyone in the laboratory took a deep breath and froze in place.
Tan Yunchang sighed again, shook his head and walked inside.
"It's fortunate that Xiaomeng is not here, otherwise he will hear it, and he has to carry a circuit board to find Luo Zhan desperately..."
Tang Ran frowned slightly when he came out of the bedroom with his mobile phone, and seemed to be thinking about something in annoyance.
Luo Zhan, who was leaning on the sofa, heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, and immediately sat up straight and looked over.
Tang Ran stopped across from Luo Zhan across the coffee table. After hesitating for a while, she lowered her head and said, "Grandma may not be able to come back today. She asked me to eat alone."
Luo Zhan stopped for a while, lowered his eyes, and smiled lazily: "It's the first time you lie, so you're so unskilled?"
Tang Ran blushed.
The first time he saw the little girl lie, Luo Zhan held back his smile: "What did she say?"
After being silent for nearly half a minute, the little girl finally summoned up the courage to speak: "Grandma said, let me follow you today... for a meal."
The last word was spoken so softly that the girl in front of her seemed to be embarrassed to burrow into a hole after she finished speaking.
Let her not lie, she will honestly retell the original sentence, without even changing the words that are euphemistically so that she can get down on the stage.
Luo Zhan held back his laughter and stood up by pressing his knees, "Don't you listen to your grandma the most?"
Tang Ran raised her face and retorted softly: "But grandma doesn't know that you are Luo Zhan who said this. If she knew, then she would definitely not ask me to follow you."
"Oh." Luo Zhan nodded lazily, his eyelids twitched, half a smile, "Then why didn't you tell her that I'm not Luo Xiu, but Luo Zhan?"
Tang Ran: "..."
After a while, the little girl answered honestly and in a low voice, "I don't dare."
Luo Zhan smiled.
When Tang Ran was still struggling in place, he heard the man on the sofa get up and walked out around the coffee table. Tang Ran followed the footsteps and turned around, "You should have something to do in the afternoon, right? I won't bother you..."
"I'm fine." Luo Zhan didn't feel guilty, and his tone was too tired to be assertive. "The laboratory is on holiday this afternoon, and everyone is very leisurely."
Tang Ran stopped.
After a few seconds, she said softly without giving up: "I have instant noodles and sausages at home, and I can eat it myself."
Luo Zhan: "Not healthy."
Tang Ran: "There is also a takeaway phone..."
Luo Zhan: "It's even less healthy."
Tang Ran was silent for two seconds, raised his head, and asked curiously, "But, do you still cook?"
"… "
Luo Zhan was silent.
In silence, he subconsciously looked down at his hand.
The hands were white, with well-defined joints, slender and powerful.
It has held all soft and hard pens, and can write handwriting with iron and silver hooks; it has also typed code, and used to write hundreds of thousands of lines of beautiful programs; Can play a masterpiece...
There is only one kind of thing that won't do.
In terms of housework, it is no exaggeration for Young Master Luo to say that his fingers do not touch the spring water - let alone cooking.
Tang Ran could also guess, and said seriously at this time: "So it's the same whether you are here or not, there is no need to trouble you..."
"Who said I wouldn't."
Young Master Luo raised his eyes lazily, and put his beautiful and powerful hands into his trouser pockets.
Tang Ran was stunned unexpectedly: "Can you cook?"
"Well, I took a cooking class." Luo Zhan said calmly.
- That was when every boy would have when he was a child, when he did everything and just didn't care about being a human being, Young Master Luo had a whim one day.
Then he helped the Luo family change a new kitchen.
As a sequela, the veteran chefs of the Luo family still feel a deep shadow when they see Luo Zhan.
Tang Ran didn't know the inside story. At this time, she was frightened by Luo Zhan's indifferent and uncle's tone. After thinking about it, she asked seriously: "But there may not be many raw materials in my house."
"It's okay." Luo Zhan walked to the double-door refrigerator next to the cooking table. After opening the door, he quickly scanned the storage on each floor from top to bottom.
Then Luo Zhan calmly closed the cabinet door, "I'll go to the bathroom."
Tang Ran nodded blankly, "Okay."
Luo Zhan went into the guest bathroom, took out his mobile phone, and made a call to go out.
"Little Master?" After the call was connected, the other side asked unexpectedly.
"Steward Lin, there is a list for you to remember."
"List? Okay, you say."
Luo Zhan mobilized his short-term memory storage and reported to the outside world as usual: "One box of dried sea cucumbers, three cabbage, five tomatoes, ten eggs... Okay, that's all."
As soon as the first material name came out, the butler of the Luo family on the other side of the phone began to be stunned. When he recorded the last item with professional instinct, he looked at the list under the tip of his pen and felt like a dream.
After a long while, Butler Lin struggled to find his voice: "Little Master, what are these things?"
Luo Zhan: "I'll send you an address later. You can find a private kitchen restaurant near here, and let them use the items on this list as raw materials to make a lunch and deliver it to the address I gave you."
"Yes, young master." Butler Lin agreed without asking more curiously.
Luo Zhan: "Send me which raw materials are used, and I will pack a copy of the same and let the person who came to take it away."
"Anything else to pay attention to?"
"Yeah." Luo Zhan responded, "First, don't knock on the door, call me at the door. Second, the taste of this lunch is just average, don't make any meal standard."
Butler Lin responded dumbfoundedly.
After explaining everything, Luo Zhan rehearsed the plan very carefully in the bathroom, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom.
Passing through the corridor between the bedrooms, Luo Zhan walked into the living room and saw Tang Ran bending over in the kitchen, groping for something.
Luo Zhan walked over: "What are you looking for?"
"I clearly remember that grandma put it here..." The little girl turned her back to him and sounded softly muttering.
Luo Zhan asked, "I want you to help you—"
"Ah, I found it." The little girl turned around with something in her hand. Because she was too happy, she didn't pay attention, and slammed into Luo Zhan's arms.
Luo Zhan was fine, but the little man Tang Ran was knocking on his chest. Not to mention the pain in the forehead, the person staggered backwards, and Luo Zhan hurriedly stretched out his hand to protect him.
"Are you okay?" Luo Zhan lowered his eyes and asked when the little girl stood up.
"No, it's fine," Tang Ran rubbed his forehead a little embarrassedly, "I didn't notice that you went to the back."
Luo Zhan was helpless, raised his hand and touched the girl's slightly red forehead, "What were you looking for just now?"
"this!"
Tang Ran lifted the thing in his hand up.
"… "
Luo Zhan's expression froze suddenly.
A few seconds later, looking at the pink apron in the little girl's hand, Luo Zhan narrowed his eyes.
"What are you looking for this for?"
"It's for you." Tang Ran smiled with the corners of her eyes bent, not knowing how dangerous someone's expression was in the darkness she couldn't see. "I used to want to learn how to cook with my grandma. My grandma bought this for me."
Luo Zhan looked at the pink apron with a bad expression, "I don't wear it."
Tang Ran was slightly startled, "Why?"
Luo Zhan showed no mercy: "Ugly."
The little girl's happy expression stopped, and then slowly darkened.
"Is it ugly? Grandma said it was pretty at that time... Although I couldn't learn to cook because I couldn't see the heat of the vegetables, I still kept it."
The girl's voice became lower and lower, and her head lowered.
If these eyes can see, it must be as dark as a starless night.
It might still be raining.
Luo Zhan sighed inwardly.
He heard himself say unwillingly and helplessly: "Give it to me. I wear it."
The girl was startled and raised her face slightly.
After two or three seconds, the corners of her eyes rolled down again, "Then let me tie it for you."
"… "
Looking at the girl's beautiful face restored, Luo Zhan sighed and turned into a helpless smile: "Okay, let you come."
The little pink apron was put on voluntarily by Luo Zhan, and the ties on both sides were held in the palms of the hands of the girl with her eyes closed, carefully wrapping around Luo Zhan's waist.
The casual loose white shirt was tightened by ties, and the thin waistline was pressed under the thin white shirt.
Luo Zhan turned his back to Tang Ran.
But he could still feel that the little girl's hand was lightly tying the apron's ties behind him, carefully.
"Luo Luo, can I tie a bow? I can't do anything else." The little girl was busy for a while, talking seriously, not even paying attention to what she called.
"… "
Luo Zhan didn't correct her, and only looked at the small shadow behind him that was vaguely reflected on the refrigerator door.
After staring for a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and smiled.
"what ever."
"… "
After arranging according to Luo Zhan's request, Butler Lin thought about it carefully and decided to deliver the meal in person.
He immediately prepared to leave from Luo's house, but before leaving in a hurry, he was meeting Luo Xiu, who had been living at home for the past few days.
"Eldest young master." Butler Lin greeted him respectfully.
"Butler Lin, you're welcome. Just like your grandfather, just call me Luo Xiu." Luo Xiu stopped and smiled gently, "Are you going out?"
"Yes," Butler Lin hesitated, thinking that Luo Zhan didn't say that he wanted to hide, so he told the truth, "Little Master asked someone to deliver meals to an address, saying that he wanted to…"
Butler Lin explained Luo Zhan's bizarre requests in a few simple words.
Luo Xiu was about to leave, but his eyes stopped when he heard the words. After a while, he turned sideways and smiled lightly: "What address?"
Butler Lin was Mr. Luo's confidant. He knew the real situation of the two brothers well, and he didn't shy away from it, so he showed Luo Xiu the address.
Luo Xiu listened calmly and glanced away. Seeing the information that completely coincided with what he expected, the smile in his eyes deepened.
"Then Butler Lin, go get busy." Luo Xiu took two steps, suddenly thought of something, stopped and turned around, "Lao, please ask Butler Lin to give my brother a message."
"You say?"
"If he is still interested in the unfinished conversation before, he will come and talk to me before he comes back today."
Butler Lin was stunned for a moment, but nodded, "Okay."
"… "
after an hour.
He took the square multi-layered ancient wooden lunch box from the private kitchen restaurant and left. Butler Lin walked into an unfamiliar apartment building according to the address and security door password given to him by Luo Zhan.
The destination is the 12th floor middle household.
Arriving outside the seemingly ordinary security door, Butler Lin called Luo Zhan.
After a few rings, the phone was cut off.
Butler Lin waited patiently for more than ten seconds before the security door opened in front of him.
It is the familiar Qing Jun cold and white face.
Butler Lin smiled: "Master, the lunch you want..."
The ending is twisted.
Behind the door is the cold and lazy young master Luo.
The only difference is that he wears an apron in front of his white shirt.
Pink apron.
Also fucking hello kitty.