Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

Chapter 418 Seeking an Interview with Liu Lan (1)

The next morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the slightly nervous faces of Xu Damao and Qin Jingru. They got up early, carefully selected a few gifts, and piled them up in large and small packages at the door.

Qin Jingru was sorting the packages from time to time, while Xu Damao was helping to carry the heaviest packages, his eyes revealing a hint of caution and anticipation for this visit.

When they arrived at Liu Lan's house, it was afternoon and the sun was shining brightly. Xu Damao knocked on the door gently, and every knock seemed to convey their sincerity and expectations.

Inside the door, Liu Lan was standing in front of the stove, skillfully stir-frying the dishes in the pot. The aroma filled the air, but her mind was obviously not here.

Hearing the knock on the door, she subconsciously stopped the shovel in her hand and looked towards the door. "Zhao Ze, go open the door. I'm cooking and can't leave."

However, what responded to her was Zhao Ze's cold and harsh words: "Don't you have hands? Do you have to make me go?" This sentence was like an invisible knife, which instantly made Liu Lan's mood plummet.

She tightened her grip on the spatula, her eyes slightly reddened, but she finally held back her tears and tried to make her voice sound normal:

"Brother Ze, please help me. I'm cooking right now and I can't leave. I'll give you an extra five dollars for household expenses this month, okay?"

When saying this, Liu Lan's eyes were full of helplessness and compromise. She hoped that this small concession could win a little warmth and understanding from Zhao Ze.

When Zhao Ze heard the three words "five dollars", a hint of surprise and subtle change flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently raised a tiny arc, but soon returned to his indifferent expression, as if telling himself that this was just a deal.

He said no more, but simply replied, "Then don't forget it." His voice was light, but it was full of unquestionable firmness. After that, he stood up, with a barely noticeable briskness in his steps, and walked straight to the door.

Xu Damao waited patiently for a few seconds, but the door didn't open. He couldn't help but feel a little confused. He turned to look at Qin Jingru beside him, frowned slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes:

"Maybe no one is home? How about we come back in the evening?"

Qin Jingru seemed a little hesitant when she heard this. She sniffed the aroma of food in the air, and the familiar smell made her more certain that there was someone in the room.

She looked up at Xu Damao, her eyes revealing determination and expectation: "Why don't we knock again? If no one responds, we can come back at night. After all, this fragrance won't lie."

Seeing this, Xu Damao nodded, a look of approval appeared on his face. He gently patted the dust off his hands and took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up.

Afterwards, Xu Damao took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and made sure that every movement appeared natural and sincere.

He slowly raised his right hand, and gently bent his fingers, forming an arc that was neither too ostentatious nor too polite. Then, he knocked on the door again, forcefully and rhythmically, and each knock was accompanied by his inner expectation and determination.

"Coming, coming!" Zhao Ze's slightly impatient voice came from inside the door, and then the door was suddenly opened, and Zhao Ze's gloomy face appeared in front of everyone.

When his eyes met Xu Damao and Qin Jingru, a hint of displeasure flashed across his face unconsciously, but he quickly concealed it deliberately.

"Hey, isn't this Zhao Ze? Long time no see. Let's go in and sit down."

Xu Damao's face was full of smiles, as if he didn't notice Zhao Ze's indifference at all. As he spoke, he signaled Qin Jingru to follow him with his eyes, and he stepped forward, trying to dissolve the awkward atmosphere with his enthusiastic attitude.

Seeing this, Zhao Ze cursed inwardly, but due to face and etiquette, he still forced a smile and moved aside.

However, there was a hint of reluctance and stiffness in his movements, which formed a sharp contrast with Xu Damao's ease and naturalness.

Xu Damao and Qin Jingru entered the house smoothly, and their eyes were immediately attracted by the busy figures in the kitchen. Liu Lan was facing away from them, concentrating on stir-frying the dishes in the pot, and the aroma was overflowing, making people salivate.

Seeing this, Xu Damao quickly quickened his pace, walked a few steps to Liu Lan, and said flatteringly: "Sister Lan, you are getting more and more beautiful, and your cooking skills are also impeccable. I know just by smelling it that this dish is definitely delicious."

As he spoke, Xu Damao sniffed deliberately, pretending to be intoxicated. His eyes were full of sincerity and praise, as if every move of Liu Lan made him feel extremely amazed.

When Liu Lan heard Xu Damao's familiar praise, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

However, this smile was like a flash in the pan, and it was gone in a flash. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, and she seemed to have instantly thought of the real purpose of Xu Damao's visit.

Liu Lan's eyes became deep and cold. She sighed softly and decided not to deal with Xu Damao anymore.

"Sister Lan, you can see how hard my life has been lately. I've also encountered a lot of trouble at work."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased somewhat, Xu Damao took the opportunity to move closer, with a tone of pleading and helplessness. As he spoke, he placed the things in his hands on the table one by one, fearing that he would miss something, so as to make this "sincerity" more complete.

Finally, after building up enough emotions, Xu Damao mustered up the courage to state the main purpose of his trip:

"Sister Lan, can you say a few good words for me in front of the factory manager? I really need this job and this opportunity." His eyes were full of expectation and anxiety, as if Liu Lan's words could decide his fate.

However, Liu Lan only glanced at him indifferently, without any sympathy or pity in her eyes. She shook her head gently, her tone calm and firm:

"I can't help you with this. Xu Damao, you should know that the factory's decisions are not something I can influence. Also, I've heard about your situation. If you really want to change the status quo, you should start with yourself instead of relying on help from others."

After saying this, Liu Lan turned around and continued to work on her work, as if she had forgotten Xu Damao's request.