Lu Shifeng stood there, not moving.
The peasant couple was still hesitating whether to throw the child back. Just as they were about to throw the child away, a muffled thunder exploded in the sky.
The wind is blowing.
The thunder may have woken up the sleeping child, and the child's crying broke the tranquility of the path. The child cried so miserably that even a heartless person would not remain indifferent after hearing it.
Sure enough, the farmer was the first to sigh: "It's going to rain heavily soon. If we leave him here, the child will die."
"What does this have to do with us?" the woman said, "It wasn't us who threw it away."
The farmer said, "What a sin! Our child is almost grown up now. I'll just do this to accumulate virtue for him, and I, Jian, will be a good person again!"
The woman was initially reluctant, but when it came to doing good deeds, she hesitated. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, then just call him Jian Luo. He can't eat for free. When he grows up, let him help with the work."
The farmer held the child in his arms and said, "Come home, our sheep just gave birth. I'll give you some goat milk. You're crying, so I guess you're hungry."
The woman curled her lips and said, "Go if you want."
The two people passed by Lu Shifeng straight away. As they passed by, the crying child seemed to see the marshal standing on the muddy road. He opened his black eyes and looked at him without blinking.
Lu Shifeng looked at him quietly.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and it was about to rain, but he was standing on this country road, unaffected by the wind. Not even the corners of his clothes were blown by the wind.
Lu Shifeng looked at the couple's backs as they left and said, "Jian Luo."
…
"Wow!"
The cries of children could be heard from the farmyard from time to time, mixed with the scolding of the peasant woman.
These sounds did not stop until late at night. The whole family was basically asleep. On a small earthen kang, Jian Luo was placed at the very edge. The child's face was white and tender, and he had a bit of baby fat when he was young, but it was a little dirty. It was obvious that he had not been washed properly.
Jian Luo, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to be able to sense that someone was watching him. He was originally sleeping soundly, but suddenly he opened his dark eyes.
Lu Shifeng stood beside the bed and met Jian Luo's eyes. For a moment, he was actually looking forward to how such a young child would react to his arrival.
There was a moment of silence in the air.
quite a while--
A cry of "wa" broke the tranquility of the night.
Lu Shifeng stood where he was. For the first time, the commander-in-chief was at a loss as to how to deal with a swaddled baby. Lu Shifeng stretched out his hand and tentatively tried to touch the child's face.
suddenly--
"Bang!"
A teacup fell from the bed. "Why are you crying? It's so annoying. It's unlucky. Will this damn kid let me sleep?"
The voice full of hostility echoed in the room, which was particularly appropriate with the thunder outside the window.
Lu Shifeng turned around and narrowed his eyes. There was a dangerous aura in his blood-red eyes. This was the first time he had murderous intentions towards a fragile human being.
…
early morning
Jian Luo jumped up from the bed: "Ah, wake up!"
Normally, Lu Shifeng would have gotten up long ago at this time, but what he didn't expect was that the Marshal was only just waking up tonight.
Lu Shifeng opened his eyes, sat up, and remained silent for a long time without saying a word.
Jian Luo, who was stretching beside him, was a little surprised when he didn't say anything: "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"
Lu Shifeng raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Did you sleep well?"
Jian Luo scratched his head: "It's okay."
Actually, it’s not that bad. Last night was a bizarre night. He not only dreamed about his childhood, but also dreamed about the dragon clan. What’s more, he dreamed about some scenes of the dragon clan that he had never seen before. He also dreamed about a group of little dragons.
But it was too embarrassing to talk about this in front of the Marshal, so Jian Luo simply praised the bed: "This bed is really good, it really helps with sex. I barely woke up last night. If it were before, I would definitely have cramps all the time."
Lu Shifeng retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Yeah."
Jian Luo felt that something was wrong with him. After spending so much time together, she had some ability to read his expressions, so she asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Lu Shifeng stood up quickly and said, "Very good."
“…”
Jian Luo sat on the bed and watched the Marshal's movements. He had changed into a straight but somewhat strange and cold military uniform. There was no smile on his handsome face, his lips were pursed, and he never looked at him from beginning to end. His whole body seemed to exude a sense of alienation.
It's just - very strange.
After Lu Shifeng put on his clothes, he glanced at Jian Luo and said, "I have something to do today, so I'll leave Secretary Jin to accompany you."
Jian Luo smiled brightly: "Okay."
"You..." Lu Shifeng looked at Jian Luo's somewhat innocent eyes, and in a trance, they met the pair of dark eyes from last night, but that child's eyes were always full of sadness, and he was always crying, as if he had unspeakable grievances and pain.
Inexplicably, Lu Shifeng said: "Will you feel bored? How about I go earlier..."
Jian Luo said bluntly: "No!"
The word "come back" was stuck in the Marshal's throat.
Jian Luo was still unaware of the danger: "I have plans with the three elves you gave me today, and I'm going to try the dried fruit thing today. Don't worry, I won't be bored."
He is such a considerate angel!
Never cause trouble or trouble to others!
Because he is so considerate and thoughtful, Marshal, are you touched?
Lu Shifeng smiled but said, "Have fun."
Jian Luo originally wanted to wait for a few words of praise, but she never expected that Lu Shifeng would just ignore it so easily. Forget it, maybe he was in a bad mood. She couldn't be too picky with the big money sponsor!
…
Jian Luo cooked the meal himself in the morning.
He hadn't eaten buns for a long time, so he planned to steam them himself. Fortunately, buns usually don't require too many ingredients, it just takes some time.
For this purpose, he specially turned on the live broadcast.
With the sound of the little ball "beeping", Jian Luo greeted the audience: "Hi everyone, I'm Jian Luo. Let's make breakfast today."
There is always a group of audiences waiting regardless of rain or shine:
"First."
"Caught up."
"Wow, host, is your belly getting a little bigger?"
Having promised the little emperor that he would broadcast some content every day, Jian Luo no longer avoided the topic. When he had nothing to do, he would chat with others about the baby. He said, "He has indeed grown. He is about ten months old now. The morning sickness has improved a lot. The main problem is that he is not very mobile. It is not easy to turn over when sleeping, and his legs cramp easily."
Jian Luo was never afraid nor shy to talk about his own hardships. He felt that it was unnecessary to pretend to be strong and he just told the truth.
The audience was also very sad:
"The host needs to take good care of himself!"
"There must be more than one."
"Ahhh, hold on, it will be fine after the baby is born in a few months."
"How many months will the baby be born?"
Everyone's enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high, and they almost seemed to have forgotten that Jian Luo still had to make buns. But Jian Luo naturally wouldn't let them really forget, and began to put her attention back on the chopping board.
Secretary Jin was helping him chop the meat.
Not far away, three elves were preparing fruit filling for elven dried fruits. Think about it, they were once famous dancers in the Elf Kingdom, who wouldn't envy them and respect them? Ever since they followed Jian Luohuo, they became mahjong companions and kitchen assistants, starting a fat house life of eating, drinking and having fun, and their happiness is simply limitless.
Jian Luo first taught how to knead the dough: "I've told you this many times. When kneading the dough, you must pay attention to the amount of water. This dough is very sticky. If you mind, be sure to wear gloves."
The audience felt the sticky touch again through the hologram:
"I failed the last time I tried it."
"Sticky."
"I've never had anything to do with noodles in my life."
Jian Luo smiled, and his hands and feet nimbly and skillfully began to knead the dough, kneading it up and down with his hands. In the end, only that lump of dough was left: "Okay, let's cover it and let it rise."
The audience was still immersed in this acrobatic performance.
Jian Luo started preparing noodle dumpling soup to go with the steamed buns, which was quicker: "You don't need to put too much effort into making the noodles for the noodle dumpling soup. Just knead them as Jian Nan did, then pinch them into small bunches and put them in the pot."
There is still boiling water in the pot.
After opening it, a wave of hot steam hits you in the face. Jian Luo likes to put some tomatoes in the noodles and then beat an egg. It would be very delicious if some chopped green onions could be sprinkled on it. But now the conditions are not sufficient, so the chopped green onions will be omitted for the time being.
The audience was also curious:
"Can noodles be eaten like this?"
"It's amazing, but it smells so good, hehe."
“Yes, it smells super good!”
Jian Luo has his own pace when cooking. He will chat with others while cleaning the table. The content of the chat is relatively daily, but it makes people feel full of life.
He would say
"The weather is getting cold, so let's have some hot pot tonight. I need to go to the food warehouse to see what dishes I like."
"It seems like Yuese's cakes are 50% off recently. Want to stock up?"
"The parfait we had this morning seemed a bit salty. Should I make some more next time?"
"I heard it's going to rain today. Should I wear more clothes?"
The Dark Star people lack emotions, social connections, and few families. Those who work usually do their job and talk about business, but when they go home, they only have cold robots around them, and rarely anyone whispers in their ears.
A busy life can format a person, and at this time, a little chatter in the ear will often have an unexpected result. It is precisely because Jian Luo is too unpretentious and has no deliberate purpose or approach that people will feel more at ease and alert, and regard watching the live broadcast as a form of entertainment and pastime.
"Am I the only one who uses his livestream as background music?"
"I also play it when I'm at home, even if I don't watch the live broadcast."
"Yeah, that way I won't feel so lonely."
"I thought I was alone!"
While everyone was chatting, the noodle dumpling soup was ready. It smelled delicious but was a little hot and needed to cool down for a while.
Just as the dough was almost risen, Jian Luo began to demonstrate how to make dumplings. To improve efficiency, he even called the elves and Secretary Jin together: "It's actually very simple. Wrap the filling in the wrapper and then wrap it up like this."
His technique is so natural that it looks effortless.
Secretary Jin: "I understand."
She tried to learn it, but after kneading the dough for a long time, the buns she made were terrible. Not only were the mouths cracked, but even the dough seemed to be stretched a little.
Jian Luo laughed out loud.
The two elves next to them learned quickly and finished kneading the dough in no time. Although the elves did not speak, their slender hands and pleasant voices were all exquisite and beautiful.
"Is it an elf?"
"Wow, it's so beautiful."
"Anchor, where are you?"
Jian Luo didn't reply to them about the elves. When it was his turn to pack the elf fruit, he said, "This is a specialty of the elf world. It's very delicious, full of spiritual energy, and it's also effective in boosting mood."
Before being steamed into dried fruit, the Elf Fruit is sweet and sour, and it is also delicious as a fruit. After taking a bite, Jian Luo said to the camera: "You can try it too."
Many people who turned on the holographic system were also fed.
Some sweet and sour tastes are really eye-catching, especially after eating the fruit, you can obviously feel the body relaxing, and the whole person feels much less tired. It can be said to be very comfortable.
"This fruit is good."
"But the shelf life of the elf fruit is very short."
"Yes, it is rarely seen in other stars in the universe because it is easily damaged and difficult to store."
Jian Luo wrapped the fruit and said, "They have a rich supply of dried elven fruit. You can try some later. If you need any, I'll consider putting it on the shelves."
Before discussing business with his boss, he wanted to produce data to convince Nie Yan. This was just like bidding. One had to have sufficient data support and ability to negotiate the price. Otherwise, it would be no different from robbery.
When the buns were almost done, he arranged to put the steamer in. Since steaming the buns takes some time, Jian Luo suggested, "Let's play mahjong?"
Secretary Jin: "Sure!"
The three elves had no objections at all. They all gathered at the table and began shuffling the cards, quickly becoming absorbed in the fun.
"Who won the last hand?"
"I won't win the first round anyway."
Four people sat at the table, and Jian Luo watched the fight from the side, occasionally making a move: "This, this, this, hey, old con man."
He was so engrossed in playing mahjong that he almost forgot the presence of the audience.
The audience didn't know how to play at first, and even found it a bit strange. But after watching a few games, the smart ones figured out the rules:
"Fuck, I want to try some too."
"Aren't you a food anchor? Why did you become a game anchor?"
“The buns smell so good.”
The buns were almost done steaming, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. Jian Luo took out the buns and shared them with Secretary Jin and the others. "Try it. Are they delicious?"
Secretary Jin took a bite of the meat bun. The bun was soft and the delicious meat was perfectly blended with the dough. It was so fragrant and soft that one couldn't wait to eat one in a bite.
The elves can't eat meat, so they eat elf fruit buns.
Jian Luo took two and took a bite of each, then ate them with the dumpling soup: "Let's make some pickles tonight. My pickled radish should be ready. It will be delicious with the soup."
The audience also followed suit, with tears streaming down their faces:
"tasty."
"This soup is delicious. I want to buy some noodles."
“The buns are delicious!”
"This Elf Fruit Bun is also delicious. The taste hasn't changed at all, but it's even softer and sweeter."
"Hurry up and serve the dried fruit!"
The entire live broadcast went very smoothly. After thinking about it, Jian Luo started a vote on his Star Network page to roughly compile a list of people who wanted dried elves. He would only consider this business if there were many people who needed it.
Because he had just finished his live broadcast, most people could see his homepage and messages. Those who had eaten the elf fruit buns were very active and almost all clicked to agree.
In the evening, Jian Luo looked at the data: "About five million people have clicked on the "want" button."
On the sofa not far away, Lu Shifeng was reading a book.
Jian Luo sighed, "But there are over 50 million copies. If 5 million people want them, I'm afraid the shipping cost won't be enough. There's also after-sales service. Is there really no market for this dried fruit?"
Seeing him sigh, Lu Shifeng said slowly: "Change your thinking."
"What idea?"
“The effect was not achieved.”
Jian Luo was puzzled: "W-what?"
Lu Shifeng opened the information terminal, operated a few times on the screen, and then said to Jian Luo: "For example, like this."
Jian Luo, who realized it later, also opened the light screen and clicked on the Star Network, and saw the latest message: [Lu Shifeng forwarded your Star Blog.]
As a small anchor, Jian Luo has nearly 7.8 million fans, which is due to his almost daily live broadcasts and various activities.
And Lu Shifeng, a person who almost never posts on the blog, has more than 95 million fans and even a fan club across the universe?
?
Jian Luo was stunned.
As expected, the effect of his Weibo post was completely different from that of the Marshal's. In just a few minutes, the number of likes exceeded one million, which was as fast as a rocket. At the same time, the comments below also began to have a strange style:
"He hasn't tweeted in ten years. Is he tweeting just to advertise for someone?"
"Is this his boyfriend or his wife?"
"It's my wife, she's pregnant."
No one paid attention to this matter originally, but when someone asked about it, naturally someone would dig deeper and found out that Jian Luo and Lu Shifeng did not get a marriage certificate, and even neither of them had officially acknowledged each other's identities. Of course, no one looked down on Jian Luo for this, after all, this human being had worked hard and made great contributions, and had also given birth to their global hope.
But what everyone is more curious about is: What is the relationship between these two people?
"Aren't they a couple?"
"That's really great, I have a chance too?"
"Really? After Luoluo gives birth, I can pursue him too?"
"I really like him so much. He can cook and is talkative. He's my ideal spouse!"
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