Ouyang was about to break through his defense, and Uncle Luo's attack had just begun.
Under Qu Jing's command, Uncle Luo unclenched his fists and began to raise his arms. While lifting, he changed into a comfortable position, leaned back on the sofa, and glanced up at the cameraman Xiao Luo, who was standing at the back.
"The one who took the photo, I remember it was you who came here last time to take the photo. Isn't there a second person in your neighborhood committee who knows how to use a camera? The young man who took the photo for me in Shanghai 80 years ago took better photos than you.
Okay, Chen Huihong, you are not someone who saves money, so how much trouble will it cost to hire a professional?"
"Professional people do professional things. How many professionals are there in your neighborhood committee who are all just dawdling? I saw the public account last time, and what kind of photo did I make of me? A lonely old man? I am that kind of pathetic person.
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"And who wrote that article? Caring for the elderly who are alone and widowed starts from around you. How much is the house price per square meter in our community? Am I alone and widowed? Do I need care? If no one writes an article, just go online and spend 20 yuan to hire a gunman to write it.
What comes out is definitely more valuable than the one you posted."
Qu Jing patted Luo Jun to signal him to stop talking. She put on her stethoscope and said, "Come on, take a deep breath."
Luo Jun began to take a deep breath.
Xiao Qian, who was responsible for writing the article, also began to take a deep breath.
"Every time so many people come here, I can't figure out what they are doing. I can't take pictures well, and I can't write well. Every time, a few stupid people come over, especially the young man at the back.
I remember he came several times."
"It doesn't matter if he's not good-looking, he's not smart enough. He always stands at the door with two bags of fruit, and people who don't know better think he's here to deliver takeout."
Ouyang carrying fruit:...
Haven't you already scolded me? How can you still scold me again?!
"And you." Luo Jun glanced at Qu Jing, "You are thirty-two years old, and you don't know how to find a partner. You want to be like me and die alone."
"I also had a partner back then. It was my choice to live alone forever. You, a passive single, have no choice at all."
Qu Jing smiled: "Isn't this because I'm busy with work?"
Luo Jun sneered: "You spend all your time on work looking for a partner, and now your children are as old as Chen Huihui."
After saying that, Luo Jun glanced at Chen Huihong: "Being a mother is also interesting for you. If you adopt a child, you should raise it well. What does it mean to put the child in the cafeteria to eat steamed buns every day?"
Qin Huai was surprised when he heard what Luo Jun said. He thought that although Luo Jun had inconvenient legs and feet and could not go out, he was quite well-informed. Even Chen Huihui knew that he was eating steamed buns in Yunzhong Canteen some time ago.
"That man who makes steamed buns is even more outrageous." Luo Jun turned to Qin Huai, "With such a good skill, he makes steamed buns every afternoon, and there are so many delicious snacks to make without making steamed buns. What's so delicious about steamed buns? You don't know how to make steamed buns.
Just make the fermented steamed buns stronger, can you make some with fillings?"
Ouyang, who had already pricked up his ears and was ready to hear how Luo Jun would criticize Qin Huai:???
No, Mr. Luo stubborn, why do you still treat me differently?
Are you swearing? Why didn't you even make a personal attack?
Where's your sarcasticness? Where's your condescension? Where's your silky little combo?
Take it out, open Qin Huai's eyes, and use the same spirit that you scolded me for just now on Qin Huai!
After venting his anger after getting up, Luo Jun felt much better. He ignored the people in the neighborhood committee and told them to do whatever they were supposed to do, as long as they didn't damage anything at home.
Both Ronaldinho and Xiao Qian came with a mission. Whether the articles or photos were about Luo Jun's daily life, they were led by the nanny to other rooms to take photos and records.
Although Luo Jun does not go out, his daily life is very rich. His home has a studio, a video room, and a display of butterfly specimens converted into a cloakroom. Uncle Luo usually likes to admire his specimens, watch movies in the video room, and occasionally draw pictures.
The oil painting is a model widowed man who is famous within a radius of ten miles, and is a key publicity target.
This is why even though Luo Jun is recognized by everyone in the neighborhood committee as a difficult man, he still comes to visit regularly.
Ouyang and another person followed him to see the studio. Qin Huai originally wanted to take a look, but Luo Jun stopped him.
"Tell me, Master Xiao Qin, why did you come to see me?" Luo Jun looked at Qin Huai and put his hands flat on the table, waiting for Qu Jing to draw his blood.
Chen Huihong walked to the kitchen carrying premade three-inch buns, five-inch buns and four-pack dumplings, intending to put these snacks in the refrigerator.
Qin Huai was stunned by what Luo Jun said, and subconsciously blurted out: "I simply support the work of the neighborhood committee and give back to customers at the same time, so I am ready..."
"Don't talk to me about those things that are there or not." Luo Jun interrupted Qin Huai impatiently, "You must have other purposes, otherwise you just come to see what I am doing. I have never written a negative review for your cafeteria.
, tell me the truth."
Qu Jing gave Luo Jun a suspicious look.
Luo Jun raised his voice: "I really didn't write it!"
Being stared at by Luo Jun, Qin Huai felt a bit oppressive.
Chen Huihong was indeed right. Luo Jun did look like a condescending young master from aristocratic family. When looking at a person with that condescending look, the invisible sense of oppression can make the person breathless.
Could this be the legendary domineering spirit belonging to the protagonist?
Qin Huai muttered in his heart, it shouldn't be, he is the protagonist.
"I don't like to owe favors. You have brought so many things today. If you have any requests, please tell me immediately. As long as it is not too outrageous, I will handle it for you. There is no store like this after passing this village. If you don't tell me, I will do it for you.
Pretend it’s gone.”
Qin Huai didn't hesitate at all and said: "I would like to ask you to help me taste the herbal tea in the store."
"I have brought all the herbal teas, five-flower tea, three flavors of tangerine peel tea, Luo Han Guo tea, liver-clearing and eyesight-clearing tea, and hand-made lemon tea. They are all here." As he spoke, Qin Huai arranged several cups of herbal tea on the table.
Qu Jing also cooperated and moved the medical kit to the side so as not to block the herbal tea.
Luo Jun looked at the 7 cups of herbal tea on the table, and for the first time he looked confused. He looked up at Qin Huai, then looked down at the herbal tea, and then turned to look at Qu Jing: "Can you drink it now?"
Qu Jing nodded: "The examination has been completed. If the reason why you are not going out now is not simply because you don't want to go out, but because you have some problems with your legs and feet, I suggest you go to our hospital for a examination. The rehabilitation department has good physical therapy.
The therapist and masseur, how much did you pay for the treatment?"
"I know my body well and it is very healthy."
Qu Jing said no more: "Then please pay attention to daily maintenance and three meals a day. A detailed inspection report will be given to you within three days. You can drink herbal tea. I remember Sister Chen told me last time. Considering your current situation,
Drinking some Qiwei dampness-removing tea is good for your health.”
As soon as these words came out, several people standing at the door of the studio quietly observing the situation in the living room took a breath of cold air.
"I thought Master Xiao Qin had already given us a bad breath, but I didn't expect Dr. Qu to be the real king." Xiao Qian said, the manuscript he wrote was not even worth 20 yuan.
"Don't you think Master Xiao Qin is the scheming one? Tasting the herbal tea shows that you will drink it more than once!" Ronaldinho felt it was time to speak out for his idol Qin Huai.
"No, I just don't understand. Mr. Luo's attitude toward Doctor Qu and Sister Hong has been better for a day or two. Why do I think his attitude towards Qin Huai is better than that towards Doctor Qu and Sister Hong? He makes dim sum.
Can you do whatever you want if you are good at craftsmanship?" Ouyang was puzzled.
Ronaldinho, Xiao Qian, and the nanny together threw Ouyang a look that said otherwise.
Ouyang is autistic.
Seeing that Qu Jing said it was time to drink herbal tea, Luo Jun took a sip of the five-flower tea in front of him and commented without changing his expression: "It's average."
Luo Han Guo tea.
"good."
Liver clearing and eyesight improving tea.
"improvise."
Chenpi Tea No. 1.
"That's it."
Chenpi Tea No. 2.
"Is this different from the cup just now?"
Chenpi Tea No. 3.
"It tastes bad."
Hand-made lemon tea.
"You call this herbal tea?"
After tasting each cup, Luo Jun came to the conclusion: "If your herbal tea is not good at making it, it is not as good as those broken steamed buns of yours."
Qin Huai said nothing.
Just now, every time Luo Jun took a sip of tangerine peel tea, he had to concentrate and listen to see if the game prompt sounded, but naturally it didn't.
To be continued...