Don’t Cry

Chapter 20

When Tan Yunchang walked into the laboratory from the outside, his face was still wandering into the sky. +++ Catino Novel Network www.readwn.com

The laboratory members sitting around the table heard the sound of the door opening, stopped the discussion, and turned around to look over.

"Tan Xuechang, what did Brother Zhan say?"

"..."

"Senior Tan???"

"Huh?" Tan Yunchang returned to his senses slowly, "Oh, I just called him. He has something to do today and can't come back."

"Then what about the troubleshooting of this bionic robot?"

Tan Yunchang: "Luo Zhan meant that troubleshooting should be prioritized. Let us pick a voice changer with sufficient correction in the past two days."

Several people were dumbfounded: "Voice changer?"

Tan Yunchang: "Well. And Qianhua, you are responsible for the research on the charging life of the robot, right? You will find some papers on solar charging robots this afternoon to study."

Lin Qianhua was stunned: "Solar charging? What are you looking for? Isn't this robot this way of power supply?"

"It really isn't, but Luo Zhan needs you to come up with the theory and pretend it is."

"?"

Everyone is even stupid.

Lin Qianhua couldn't help it, and said, "Senior Tan, what exactly did Brother Zhan want to do with this matter? After all, it was a fault we made. You can just say it, we can bear it."

Tan Yunchang’s expression is a bit distorted," he said, considering that the new project in the laboratory is tentatively designed to focus on home service robots in generalization capabilities. As the leader of the int team, he decided to take the lead in sneaking into the targeted user group to meet the needs of users. The research facilitates timely closed-loop feedback to ensure the smooth progress of our research work."

"..."

A bunch of pure engineering students in the laboratory were drenched in the mist by this bowl of soup.

After several seconds, there was finally a sincere and careful raise of his hand to ask: "Tan Xuechang, can you translate (cheng) human words? I don't understand."

Tan Yunchang sighed slowly, it seemed that at this moment he had finally digested the indigestion news he heard in the phone call.

With an extremely complicated mood, Tan Yunchang said:

"Luo Zhan wants to treat himself as a birthday present and send it to Tang Ran to install a humanoid bionic robot."

"??"

Everyone in the laboratory took a breath, and then froze in place.

Tan Yunchang sighed again, shaking his head and walking inside.

"Fortunately, Xiao Meng is not there, otherwise he will hear it, and I can't carry a circuit board to find Luo Zhan desperately..."

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Tang Ran frowned when she walked out of the bedroom with her mobile phone, and seemed to be thinking annoyingly about something.

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 the coffee table opposite Luo Zhan. After hesitating for a while, she lowered her head and said, "Grandma may not be able to make it back today. She asked me to eat by myself."

Luo Zhan paused for a while, lowered his eyes, and smiled lazily: "This is the first time you lied, so you are so unskilled?"

Tang Ran blushed.

The first time she saw the little girl lying, Luo Zhan held back a smile: "What did she say?"

After being silent for nearly half a minute, the little girl finally summoned the courage to speak: "Grandma said, let me follow you today...Come on."

The last word was said in a very low voice, so small that the girl in front of me seemed to embarrassedly dive into a hole after speaking.

If she told her not to lie, she would repeat the original sentence honestly, without even changing the euphemistic words to make her own.

Luo Zhan suppressed a smile and got up on his knees, "Don't you listen to your grandma the most?"

Tang Ran raised his face and retorted softly, "But grandma didn't know that you were Luo Zhan who said that. If she knew, then she would definitely not ask me to follow you."

"Oh." Luo Zhan nodded lazily, his eyelids tucked, and a smile, "Then why don't you tell her that I am not Luo Xiu, but Luo Zhan?"

Tang Ran: "..."

After a while, the little girl replied honestly and quietly: "I didn't dare." Luo Zhan smiled.

When Tang Ran was still tangled in place, he heard the man on the sofa get up, walked around the coffee table. Tang Ran followed the footsteps and turned, "You should have something else this afternoon, right? Don't bother you..."

"I'm fine." Luo Zhan is not guilty, his tone is too tired to be justified, "The laboratory is on holiday this afternoon, and everyone is very free."

Don Ran paused.

After a few seconds, she said softly without giving up, "I have instant noodles and sausages at home, so I can eat by myself."

Luo Zhan: "Unhealthy."

Tang Ran: "There are also takeaway calls..."

Luo Zhan: "It's even more unhealthy."

Tang Ran was silent for two seconds, raised his head, and asked curiously, "But, can you still cook?"

"..."

Luo Zhan was silent.

In silence, he subconsciously looked down at his hand.

These hands are white, well-knotted, slender and strong.

It has held all soft pens and hard pens, and can write handwriting with a silver hook; it has also typed code, and it used to write hundreds of thousands of lines of beautiful programs; since childhood (touching Mo), I don’t know how many instruments, just pick it up. He can play a masterpiece of any kind...

There is only one kind of thing that cannot be done.

In terms of housework, Young Master Luo said that his fingers would not touch the water, let alone cooking.

Tang Ran could have guessed it too, and was saying seriously at this moment: "So it's the same whether you are here or there, no need to trouble you..."

"Who said I won't."

Young Master Luo lazily raised his eyes, and copied his beautiful and powerful hands into his trouser pockets.

Tang Ran was shocked unexpectedly: "Can you cook?"

"Well, I have taken a cooking class." Luo Zhan said calmly.

That was the time when every boy was a kid when he did everything but didn't behave like a dog. Young Master Luo had a whim one day.

Then he helped Luo's family get a new kitchen.

As a sequelae, the chefs with long experience in the Luo family will still feel a deep shadow when they see Luo Zhan.

Tang Ran didn't know the inside story. At this time, she was bluffed by Luo Zhan's lazy and uncle's tone. After thinking about it, she seriously asked, "But my family may not have many raw materials."

"It's not (closed)." Luo Zhan walked to the double-door refrigerator next to the cooking counter. 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 entered the guest bathroom, took out his cell phone, and dialed out.

"Young Master?" The opposite person asked unexpectedly after the call was connected.

"Steward Lin, you have a list for you to write down."

"List? Okay, you say."

Luo Zhan mobilized his own short-term memory storage, and reported to the public in the same way: Dry gan) a box of sea cucumbers, three cabbage, five tomatoes, ten eggs.........well, that's all."

After the first report came out, the housekeeper of Luo's house opposite the phone began to be confused. Waiting for the last item to be recorded by his professional instinct, he looked at the list under his pen and felt like a dream.

After a while, Steward Lin struggled to find his voice: "Young Master, what are these things?"

Luo Zhan: "I will send you an address later. You can find a private kitchen restaurant near here, and ask them to 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 was curious and did not ask much, and agreed.

Luo Zhan: "Which raw materials are used will also be sent to me. I will pack a copy of the same and let the person who sends it take away."

"Anything else to pay special attention to?"

"Yeah." Luo Zhanying, "One point, people who come don't knock on the door, and call me at the door. Second point, the taste of this lunch is medium. Don't make any food standard level."

Butler Lin couldn't help but answer.

After confessing everything, Luo Zhan carefully pushed the plan from the beginning in the bathroom, and only after making sure that there was nothing wrong, did he wash his hands and walked out of the bathroom.

Passing the aisle between the bedroom, Luo Zhan walked into the living room and saw Tang Ran bending over in the kitchen, (touching Mo) searching 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 she sounded like mumbling quietly, muttering something.

Luo Zhan asked: "I want to help you"

"Ah, I found it." The little girl turned around with something in her hand, because she was too happy to pay attention, she ran into Luo Zhan's arms.

Luo Zhan is fine, but Tang Ran's little man is knocking in front of his (chest xiong). The forehead hurt, and the person staggered backwards, and Luo Zhan quickly reached out his hand to protect him and came forward.

"Are you okay?" Luo Zhan lowered his eyes and asked when the little girl stood firm.

"No, it's okay," Tang Ran rubbed his forehead a little embarrassedly, "I didn't notice that you went to the back."

Luo Zhan helplessly, raised his hand (touching Mo) (touching Mo) the girl's slightly red forehead, "What were you looking for?"

"This one!"

Tang Ran raised what was in his hand.

"..."

Luo Zhan's expression stopped suddenly.

A few seconds later, looking at the pink (color) apron in the little girl's hand, Luo Zhan lightly narrowed his eyes.

"What are you looking for (gan gan)?"

"It's for you." Tang Ran curled her eyes and smiled, not knowing how dangerous someone's expression in her eyes 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 (color) apron with a bad expression, "I don't wear it."

Tang Ran was slightly startled, "Why?"

Luo Zhan shows no mercy: "Ugly."

The little girl's happy expression stopped, and then slowly darkened.

"Is it ugly? Grandma said it was pretty at the time... Although I can't learn how to cook because I can't see the heat, I still keep it."

The girl's voice lowered lower and lower, and her head lowered.

If these eyes can be seen, it must be as dark as a starless night.

There may still be light rain.

Luo Zhan sighed inwardly.

He heard himself speak 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 were bent again, "Then I will tie it for you." "..."

Seeing the girl regaining her bright and beautiful face, Luo Zhan sighed at the corner of his lips and turned into a helpless smile: "Okay, let you come."

The pink (color) apron was put on voluntarily by Luo Zhan, and the laces on both sides were held by the girl with closed eyes in the palm of her hand, carefully rounding Luo Zhan's waist.

The casual loose white shirt is tightened by a tie, and the thin waist and abdomen are pressed under the thin white shirt.

Luo Zhan turned his back to Tang Ran.

But I can still feel that the little girl's hands lightly tie the apron lace behind him, cautiously.

"Luo Luo, can I tie a bow? I won't do anything else." The little girl was busy for a while, mumbling earnestly, not even paying attention to what she called.

"..."

Luo Zhan didn't correct her, only looking at the small shadow behind him faintly reflected on the refrigerator door.

After staring for a moment, he lowered his eyes slightly and smiled.

"whatever."

"..."

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After making arrangements according to Luo Zhan's requirements, butler Lin thought carefully, and decided to deliver the meal in person.

He was about to set off from Luo's house immediately, but before he hurriedly left, he met Luo Xiu who had been living at home these days.

"Young Master." Steward Lin respectfully met.

"Butler Lin, you are welcome. Just like your grandpa, call me Luo Xiu." Luo Xiu stopped, smiling gently, "Are you going to go out?"

"Yes," Steward Lin hesitated, thinking that Luo Zhan didn't say that he wanted to conceal it, so he told the truth, "Young Master asked someone to send a meal to an address, saying that he wanted to..."

Steward Lin made a few simple words and stated Luo Zhan's bizarre requirements.

Originally, Luo Xiu was about to respond casually and left, but his eyes stopped. After a short while, he turned sideways and smiled faintly: "What address?"

Steward Lin is Mr. Luo's confidant, and he knows the true situation of the two brothers better, and he didn't evade, so he showed Luo Xiu the address.

Luo Xiu listened silently and glanced away. Seeing the information that completely coincided with what he had expected, his smile deepened.

"Then steward Lin, let's go busy." Luo Xiu took two steps and thought of something suddenly. He stopped and turned around again, "I'm sorry but Steward Lin brings a word to my brother."

"You say?"

"If he is still interested in the unfinished thing before, he will come to talk to me before coming back today."

Steward Lin was stunned, but nodded, "Okay."

"..."

after an hour.

Taking the square, multi-storey ancient wooden lunch box from the private kitchen restaurant, Mr. Lin followed the address and security door code given to him by Luo Zhan, and walked into an unfamiliar apartment building.

The destination is the 12th floor middle household.

When he arrived outside the seemingly ordinary security door, Mr. Lin called Luo Zhan.

After a few rings, the phone was cut off.

Steward Lin waited patiently for more than ten seconds, and the security door in front of him opened in front of him.

It is the familiar face of Qingjun and cold white.

Steward Lin smiled: "Master, the lunch you want..."

The ending is distorted.

Behind the door, there is still the cold and lazy Young Master Luo.

The only difference is that he wore an apron in front of his white shirt.

Pink (color) apron.

It's hellokitty.