Lin Xiao looked at the report and shook his head. He was not worried about the safety of Zhuge Lan and the others, but rather the safety of those who encountered them.
The proprietress seemed to have decent luck, at least she wasn't missing any limbs.
Oriental Jingjing's bodyguards were following them covertly, fearing any harm to her. If his men hadn't subtly intercepted them earlier, everyone in this small shop might have been in trouble.
But Zhuge Lan chose this moment to take on a disciple?
Traditional culture truly faced significant challenges in its transmission nowadays. If it couldn't be passed down, it would eventually become mere anecdotes for future generations.
Something like:
"My ancestors were incredibly powerful, they knew Qimen Dunjia and could set up the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams..."
Then, when asked what Qimen Dunjia was, or what the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams were, they wouldn't know anything.
They would then be mocked for lying, for telling fairy tales and speaking of feudal superstitions.
This applied whether one's skills were lacking or for other reasons.
Therefore, Lin Xiao understood Zhuge Lan's thinking. Since someone was willing to learn, he would teach. He taught without discrimination. If they couldn't learn, they couldn't learn, but at least people would have a clearer understanding of what a Qimen术士 (mystic arts practitioner) was.
At least when people talked about Bagua, Wang Qiran could then mention things like "Shang Kan, Xia Dui," instead of not even knowing which eight trigrams were involved.
Lin Xiao was quite interested in these matters and considered chatting with Zhuge Lan later. Just as Mr. Zhuge had said, his own eyes were naturally suited for this.
After a brief glance, he put down his phone. What dish should he make for Xun'er today?
The fresh seafood he had prepared upon their return didn't seem to agree with Xun'er's palate. Should he make some simple home-style dishes, or something easily digestible?
Lin Xiao walked out of the villa, deep in thought, preparing to go grocery shopping.
To ensure the quality of his cooking each day, he always went out himself to buy the ingredients he needed.
"Back again?"
Lin Xiao went out so often that the vegetable vendors in the vicinity had gotten to know him, greeting him warmly.
"Yes, the child will be out of school soon, so I'm coming to buy groceries in advance," Lin Xiao replied.
The local markets received fresh produce around this time, which was why he always came at this hour.
"That's wonderful, a good man."
Someone praised him.
"Does knowing how to cook make someone a good man? Then there are too many good men in this world."
"Can you?"
"Of course, I can!"
The pork seller nearby chimed in.
"Then are you as handsome as him?"
An elder sister selling dried goods nearby unceremoniously retorted, "Look at him, he's a standard handsome young man. And you? A body full of fat, a stubbly beard!"
"..."
The pork seller glared at the woman.
"What? Still glaring? Did I say something wrong?"
Lin Xiao walked between their stalls. "Brother, two pounds of tenderloin... Sister, one pound of shiitake mushrooms."
"As usual, you'll cut it yourself?"
"Yes, I'll cut it myself."
Lin Xiao said, picking up the meat cleaver and precisely slicing into the piece of tenderloin.
Weighed, it was exactly two pounds.