I don't know the process of Zhang Jin and Mr. Liu's year-old friendship at all, and they can't understand the usual way of communication between the two, and the fierce communication method between the two of them who attack each other and even speak ill of each other, Lin Yuan and his wife, who are still unacceptable, are still in a tangled search at this time, "I was viciously cursed, why didn't Vice Governor Liu, who has always had a bad temper, get mad".

The more Lin Yuan and his wife thought about it, the more they thought about it, the more they couldn't figure it out, and the more they thought about it, the more engaged they became.

Unlike her delicate parents, Lin Lin, who has no heart to listen to one ear and forget one ear, her mind is not so entangled, and she really listens to things like cooking and cooking, and when she saw that the old man Liu who looked like a dusty man actually showed such a childish appearance, she couldn't help but ask:

"Grandpa Liu, is Uncle Strange's cooking skills very good?"

"If it's okay, I want you to take care of it, I won't make it for you to eat anyway!"

Old Man Liu is still working for nearly two months, and he will not be able to eat Zhang Jin's craftsmanship, and he is depressed to concentrate, so he naturally has no time to answer Lin Lin's question. Therefore, Zhang Jin directly took over the conversation, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he rushed straight away, just going to quarrel.

Sure enough, Zhang Jin's words made Lin Lin, who was very easy to get angry with this strange uncle, shoot back.

"What are you proud of? Who's rare?

It's up to you, and it is estimated that the so-called cooking skills are at most my level of cooking instant noodles. I just asked, and I didn't want to eat, don't worry, even if you ask me to eat it, I won't eat it!

Do you really think how delicious it is? I don't think you've ever seen the world!

Wait a while for you to taste Aunt Wang's craftsmanship, and you will know what is delicious. If you compare your cooking skills with Aunt Wang, you will be ashamed! ”

After listening to Lin Lin's-for-tat words, Zhang Jin glanced at Lin Lin with that very contemptuous, frivolous, and frivolous look, and then said in a very frivolous, frivolous, and contemptuous tone:

"Little girl, I don't understand what it means to 'no investigation, no right to speak'! Empty mouths and white teeth are not convincing. ”

"There are some things that don't need to be investigated. Poop pulled out by the dog. You don't need to taste it to know that the white flour steamed buns that have not been steamed in a pot are delicious! ”

"I believe you in this, because you have tasted it all, and you have the most right to speak!"

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Soon, the mutual sarcasm and criticism of Zhang Jin and Lin Lin, the two enemies, once again made the small building lively.

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This dinner, although Mr. Liu was full, he only felt unsatisfactory.

After all, although Sister Wang's cooking skills are not bad, even if she is in charge of a big restaurant, it is not a shame, but compared with Zhang Jin's cooking skills that have been praised as 'the best in the world' by countless famous chefs. It's a bit far from perfect.

Therefore, in contrast, the old man Liu, who has been raised by Zhang Jin's cooking skills these days, naturally feels a huge gap.

Except for the old man Liu, who is old and stubborn, including Zhang Jin, Lin Yuan's family, as well as Du Da's bodyguard, Assistant Ding, and Sister Wang, the rest of the people, but they all ate with relish.

After all, Zhang Jin's vegetables, meat, and fish are much better than those in the city.

Vegetables. All produced in Zhang Jin's small courtyard. All of them are the best of grade 5 or above; The meat is all pigs raised by the families in the village, which is much stronger than the pigs on the farm. Absolutely green, the quality should also be several levels higher; Fish are wild fish in the big weir pond at the head of the village, or pure wild fish caught by two boats in the village. Nature and those in the city are not of the same grade.

Therefore, even Lin Lin praised it, and Sister Wang's cooking skills seemed to have improved greatly.

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Meal. Sister Wang went to the kitchen to clean up and wash up. And Du Da's bodyguard and Assistant Ding went back to the room that Zhang Jin arranged for them tonight. Because it was still early, Mr. Liu went to Haiju Fuhai Village's house again.

The four of Lin Yuan's family and Zhang Jin were left, and after sitting together and chatting for a while, it was almost time for Zhang Jin to give Lin Lin an injection.

The room originally reserved for Xiao Fei and Mu Xinran's in-laws, at the request of Lin Lin, became the bedroom that temporarily belonged to Lin Lin in the next nearly two months, and the place where the needles were applied was here.

After chatting in the living room downstairs. After the group of four went upstairs and entered Lin Lin's room, Zhang Jin, who was surrounded by Lin Yuan's family of three, began to methodically sort out the tools for applying needles for a while.

Seeing Zhang Jin sitting at the table, wiping the 'dragon pattern white bee needle' that he had glanced at at at during the hospitalization with alcohol-soaked gauze one by one, Lin Lin couldn't help but shudder.

More than 100 'dragon pattern white bee needles' are placed on the silk scarf in Zhang Jin's hand, and the delicate dragon pattern on it is brilliant and cold under the light, looking brilliant and beautiful. But when she thought of it for a while, these needles were about to enter her body, poking herself like a hornet's nest, but Lin Lin was full of fear. I felt that the cold hairs on the skin around my body stood upside down, and the goosebumps rose.

Those small needles as thin as a cow's hair and as short as an inch are just that. But those large needles that are nearly a foot long, the thickness is similar to that of a toothpick, and the tip of the needle is either knife-like or spindle-shaped, trembling in Zhang Jin's hands, which is really scary!

Lin Lin, who was frightened by this large number of needles, because of the psychological effect, also felt that Zhang Jin seemed to be a little hideous when she looked at Zhang Jin, who was originally peaceful.

Although Zhang Jin now looks like he hasn't woken up, his eyes seem to be open, and he looks very unenergetic. However, Lin Lin looked at the more than 100 silver needles in his hands and at his hand, but they were like murder weapons, and Zhang Jin, who was holding the murder weapon, was like a doctor lamb holding a scalpel in a certain film, or the Fletz holding scissors in a dream in "Ghost Street", or holding a chainsaw Hewitt in "Texas Chainsaw Massacre".

In short, Zhang Jin, who was with a large handful of silver needles, fell into Lin Lin's eyes, and he was a very vicious, perverted, and demonic image.

So, Lin Lin, who had a lot of confidence in quarreling with Zhang Jin before, began to drum in her heart and tremble the tip of her tongue when she spoke:

"Hey, Uncle Weird, do you have to get a needle? Is it okay if you don't tie it? ”

"Absolutely!"

After listening to Lin Lin's trembling inquiry, Zhang Jin's performance when answering was completely different from the graceless evil appearance when he always teased Lin Lin's anger before, with a kind smile on his face, and his voice was even more amiable like the cute nurse who pricked the baby.

Although I feel Zhang Jin's so-called kind expression, I am getting closer to the image of the real 'strange uncle' who coaxed Lori to see the goldfish in the legend, and the smile belongs to the type that looks amiable, but when you look closely, you feel weird.

However, Lin Lin, who was really frightened by the big handful of trembling silver needles, still held on to the hope of what happened, and imitated the appearance of Meng Lori, holding her chest with both hands, blinking her two eyes flickering, flashing with expectation, and asking crisply:

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, in fact, you can get rid of the scar without acupuncture and direct fumigation! Give you back a piece of smooth skin! ”

Speaking of this in a very sincere tone, unhurriedly, Zhang Jin's tone paused. As soon as Lin Lin's face showed obvious joy, Zhang Jin immediately said:

"As I said before, this acupuncture is mainly used to remove stasis and detoxification, and activate the acceleration of metabolism. If you omit the procedure of acupuncture, only two months of fumigation is definitely not enough, and it is estimated that you will have to be a drawer for at least ten months. ”

Seeing that because of the extension of the treatment time, Lin Lin's expression was already a little hesitant, and Zhang Jin followed closely with the fire:

"Moreover, if there is no acupuncture to remove stasis and detoxification, then things such as blood congestion in the capillaries and some pigments, these unpleasant things caused by injuries cannot be eliminated. Of course, this will not affect your health.

It's just that after the scar disappears, although the skin is restored to its pre-injury smoothness, it will leave a bright red, dark purple, dark blue, and other traces of various colors, just like a birthmark that cannot be washed. Generally speaking, the size of the burn will be as large as the area of the mark!

So, if you feel that such marks are like tattoos, and you have a lot of character, so you want to stay, I have no objection. In that case, the procedure of acupuncture can be saved!

As the recipient of the needle, whether you want to give the needle or not is up to you! Now you can tell me your choice! ”

Zhang Jin's words were relaxed, but the meaning inside made Lin Lin shudder.

Thinking that the tender white skin that she was proud of in the past would be dotted everywhere with all kinds of ugly marks, and imagining the terrifying scene she saw when she stripped naked again and felt sorry for herself in the mirror, Lin Lin couldn't help but feel creepy.

So, at this moment, Lin Lin's fear of the future overpowered the fear of the bright needle in front of her, and said softly:

"Then it's still acupuncture!"

Then the girl went to the bed and lay down on her own.

Then, after this girl zuihou looked at her parents with very wet and pitiful eyes like an innocent Dou E before the execution, she closed her eyes tightly, and her body stiffened and lay there. It's like a pig tied up and put on a chopping board - resigned to fate!

Seeing this donkey's temper girl, who had always been able to follow the hair, actually put on such a submissive look, Zhang Jin couldn't help but want to laugh, but he finally forcibly held back. Zhang Jin, who was holding back a smile, still used the same tone that he used to provoke Lin Lin, and said without saying anything:

"I said, girl, what are you doing here? Do you want acupuncture, or do you want to stop acupuncture and go to sleep? ”

Zhang Jin's words made Lin Lin open his eyes, and asked strangely at Zhang Jin's smiling expression:

"Acupuncture, of course? Didn't I say that? ”