The Lan Family’s Aid Chapter 14:
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The corners of Lan Yan's eyes twitched, all expressions were suppressed, and he said fiercely, "Don't do acrobatics in the kitchen!"
The handle of the knife continued to flip twice, and then was grasped by Yin Xiaodao. "Not acrobatics."
"Then what are you doing?" The kitchen space is small, and if the kitchen knife flies over, there is no place for him to hide. "What should I do if it hits me while playing with something so dangerous?"
"It won't hurt you." Regarding this, Yin Xiaodao was very confident.
"The sword has no eyes."
"It's very simple, you can't go wrong." As she said that, she threw the kitchen knife upward again.
"Knife guard." He said with a bitter tone, "As an employer, I sternly warn you not to do acrobatics in the kitchen!" He would feel uncomfortable if she didn't get angry for a day, right?
Yin Xiaodao suddenly understood, "So you don't know how to do this." She put the kitchen knife back on the knife rest.
Lan Yan vigorously dug the kitchen knife into the chopping board, "Have you ever seen anyone who has to learn how to cook? I can only chop vegetables, not juggle." He was really **** off.
"Your knife skills are very good." At least you are good at chopping vegetables.
"Of course." He snorted from his nose, "Knife Guard, do your parents let you fight and kill every day?"
"It's not about fighting and killing." Yin Xiaodao corrected him sternly, "It's about practicing martial arts."
"..." He was too lazy to argue with her, and just stated, "Your parents only taught martial arts, which is a serious dereliction of duty as elders."
She shook her head, "It was my master who taught me."
He frowned and asked, "Both of your parents are dead?"
"My father and mother are still alive." Yin Xiaodao picked up a piece of watermelon and continued to chew on it, "Martial arts rules, the father does not teach the son."
Lan Yan took one look at her eating appearance and wanted to throw her out. "Why?"
"Because I can't bear it." Sometimes even the master who is not related by blood can't bear it, let alone the father and mother.
"Since I can't bear to part with you, why don't I just let you be a normal girl? You have to act like a half-man."
"Inherit the father's business."
"Don't you know how to keep pace with the times?" Lan Yan doubted what kind of feudal place Hengguan was. "There are not many people who learn martial arts nowadays. No matter how good your kung fu is, it can't beat a bullet."
"The last wish of the ancestors." His ancestors have been here for generations, and Yin Xiaodao has never thought about the significance of Hengguan's current existence.
Lan Yan turned around and glared at her, "You can't get angry if you say a longer sentence, right?" She only spoke a few words, feeling like a child answering questions.
She shook her head, "No."
"..." Forget it, he told himself, don't care about the difference in the number of words they spoke.
Lan Yan put the sliced sea cucumber on the plate, and then washed the green onions. Once the faucet was turned off, the only sound left in the kitchen was her chewing watermelon.
He glanced at the fruit plate, put down the green onions in his hand, and went over to pick up the watermelon and bite it.
Yin Xiaodao was surprised, "Aren't you worried?"
"Just worry about it." Lan Yan spit out the watermelon seeds, "Knife Guard, at what age did you start learning martial arts?"
She finished finishing the watermelon in her hand. "Four years old."
"That's still a childhood." He somewhat understood why she was such a fool. The daughter is only four years old, and her parents are actually so cruel. "It's hard to practice martial arts."
"Yes."
"Why don't you complain to your parents."
Yin Xiaodao said plainly, "If you want to practice martial arts, don't be afraid of hardship."
"Are you stupid?" Lan Yan glanced at her, "Little girls should wear floral skirts, play the piano, and swing on the swing."
"I don't like it." The skirt is in the way, but the loose pants are more comfortable.
"Idiot." Lan Yan felt that her personality should be innate. As you can imagine, she doesn't usually have much fun. Maybe just eating and drinking. Thinking of this, he reluctantly said, "Eat a few more bowls of rice tonight and cook sea cucumbers roasted with green onions for you."
Yin Xiaodao nodded, "Okay." She liked to eat the food he cooked.
Lan Yan washed and cut all the vegetables.
Just as I was about to put the pot down, I suddenly felt a chill.
He muttered, "I was so focused on cooking that I forgot about drug addiction."
"Knife guard." Lan Yan put the dishes aside, "I will go into the room and take a few puffs. You stay well and eat some watermelon first if you are hungry."
"Lock the windows." Since the attack outside the window, Yin Xiaodao would remind him of this sentence every time he was alone.
Lan Yan glanced at her, entered the room, and locked the door.
Yin Xiaodao expected that he would not come out so soon, so he went to the sofa to meditate.
She remembered Lan Yan’s question just now.
She started practicing martial arts at the age of four and rarely focused on other careers. At that time, Father Yin and Mother Yin wanted to have a son to inherit the family business, but there was still no news.
Learning martial arts was very difficult. Father Yin was afraid that he would be soft-hearted, so he handed his daughter over to other masters in the martial arts school.
Yin Xiaodao doesn't remember how he got through his childhood. She just remembered that other people's children were playing and she wanted to practice. Other people's children were in school, and she wanted to practice Qigong.
As soon as she was born, she shouldered the yoke of Hengguan.
I heard from the master that she was a crybaby when she was a child. He was pulling his legs and crying at the same time. He was so pitiful that the master couldn't even look past him. As she grew older, she stopped crying. But he didn’t talk much, he just practiced hard.
After her younger brother Yin Xiaorui was born, Yin's father breathed a sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, Yin Xiaorui is not in good health and suffers from many illnesses. He started practicing martial arts when he was three and a half years old. Within a few days of practicing, he developed a high fever, which lasted on and off for more than a month.
So Yin Xiaodao's burden has not been relieved.
But she has made martial arts training a habit.
When she was in Hengguan, she had to practice martial arts every day. After I came out, I never practiced again.
She couldn't help but feel a little itchy.
After she moved the bed to the master bedroom a few days ago, the second bedroom was empty.
So, after she finished meditating, she moved the furniture out of the room.
The space freed up is about eight to nine square feet.
The space is still limited and she can only take a few steps.
Lan Yan did not stay in the room for too long this time. When he came out, he was stunned when he saw the wardrobe and desk at the door of the second bedroom. After walking over, he saw Yin Xiaodao running smoothly in the room.
Her moves are light and skillful. When the force is exerted on the waist, the body is like a mast and the feet are like a boat, and the force is like a whip and the force is like a wave.
When Lan Yan used to watch martial arts movies, he really liked watching beautiful girls playing tricks. Of course, the key is a beautiful girl. He also admires her beautiful face and embroidered legs.
Yin Xiaodao's appearance is not that beautiful of a woman. She is very handsome, with neat short hair, which makes her eyebrows look sassy in a different way. Moreover, the movements are steady and unrestrained, and the practice creates wind.
Lan Yan suddenly had the feeling that Yin Xiaodao could no longer be described as simply beautiful or ugly.
She seems to be like this, not coquettish, not rough, and as indifferent as a bamboo.
After his thoughts flashed away, he realized that his poisonous energy may not have passed, so he had a series of hallucinations.
Sure enough, I shouldn’t have come out too early.
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The cooperation between the factory and Manager Guo collapsed.
Li Yonghua thought of what Manager Guo said about Lan Yan's life-long events that day, and guessed several possibilities for a while. However, no matter how you guess, you can't change the outcome.
Li Yonghua only hopes that no such personal matters will affect the factory's performance in the future.
In one week's time, it will be the day of the regular meeting of the factory and the group. In the past, all meetings were conducted via video conference, but this time, the group required employees with the position of factory director to go to Cangcheng to report in person.
Li Yonghua talked to Lan Yan about this matter.
Lan Yan checked the weather forecast and sighed, "The weather will be bad next week."
Li Yonghua recalled, "It means there was a thunderstorm."
"I won't go." It's useless to go anyway. Lan Yan doesn't know anything about work. "Director Li, just go."
Li Yonghua was not surprised by this answer. He had already guessed Lan Yan's laziness, "Then I will reply first."
After Li Yonghua went out, Lan Yan turned on the computer monitor and browsed various Japanese film titles.
Lan Yan continuously clicks on the next page.
Several pages later, he complained, "Today's romance movies are becoming less and less plot-less, with few words. It's too fake. Even if it's a date, you have to talk about the scene first."
He originally wanted to set up a small Internet cafe in the room on the first floor to earn workers' hard-earned money. But the quality of recent films is not high. Especially for a certain actress/actress who had just debuted in the industry, the trailer she released was quite shocking, and the movie was hyped for two months. After the feature film came out the day before yesterday, Lan Yan felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him. He fast-forwarded and finished watching it in less than fifteen minutes.
In order to prevent workers from questioning his taste as a factory manager, he gave up the idea of opening an Internet cafe.
Lan Yan’s days became more and more boring, and he had less and less money left. When he was about to get off work, he said casually, "Knife Guard, let's go for a walk on the street and see if we can make some money by performing arts."
"Okay."
"You're still obedient." Hearing her boring answer, his mood soared, "Knife Guard, are you a dog?"
"No."
Lan Yan smiled, "It turns out you were born prematurely many years ago."
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Yin Xiaodao drove a broken van and shuttled through Xincheng.
Lan Yan doesn't know the way, he just gives directions blindly. Sometimes it turns left, sometimes it turns right, and in the end I don’t know where it went. When he was passing an art school, he saw singers and sellers all the way from the street to the end of the street, and he immediately became interested. "Stop, stop."
Yin Xiaodao parked the car at the end of the street.
The two got out of the car and walked along the road.
Not far away, I saw a large group of people forming a circle in front of me, and guitar playing and singing could be heard.
When Lan Yan came closer and listened, he was a little puzzled, "Knife Guard, what do you think of his singing?"
Yin Xiaodao has no musical ability and cannot understand the reason, so he answers truthfully, "I don't know."
Lan Yan took advantage of his height and looked at the crowd.
Singer A is a young man with a handsome face. The song was sung to a winding tune, which was too showy. The crowd was very lively, and there were many little girls shouting around.
Lan Yan continued to move forward. About ten meters later, I heard a burst of high-pitched and deep singing, and the sound was transferred just right.
He stopped.
Singer B is a honest young man with an ordinary appearance but a magnetic voice. However, not many listeners stopped.
Lan Yan's eyes were half-squinted by the setting sun, "Are these people deaf?" In fact, he guessed the general reason.
Yin Xiaodao still replied, "I don't know."
Lan Yan shook her head, giving up hope on her sense of voice. He invested 20 yuan for B and listened to two songs quietly.
After finishing, seeing Yi turning over the music score, Lan Yan stepped forward with a smile, "Hi, buddy."
Yi nodded and thanked. "Thank you." He sang for more than an hour, his voice a little gravelly.
Lan Yan looked at the guitar and said with emotion, "I haven't played for a long time, I really miss it."
Yi immediately laughed and said, "You can also sing one."
Singers and singers around here have a variety of ways to play. It is not uncommon for passers-by to spend money to sing a few songs or play musical instruments.
"Okay." Lan Yan invested five yuan for B, "But I haven't played for a long time, so I'm a bit rusty. If it's out of tune, just sing it by yourself."
B smiled and handed the guitar to Lan Yan. "As you wish."
Lan Yan casually sat on the flower pond next to him. He dialed a few notes, looked up in the direction of singer A, and whispered, "Humph, isn't it just a show of face."