Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo's Surprise

Ning Rongrong then let go of him, placed him on the counter, and pinched his cheek. "I heard you got four metal lumps to help you sell milk tea? I specially brought Zhuqing and Xiao Wu to see the excitement."

Xiao Wu had already approached Guga One, tilted her head, circled it twice, and poked the metal plate on its chest. "Is it hollow inside? Will it suddenly explode?"

The Number One light flashed twice, responding with a serious electrical tone. "Guga One, structurally safe, high explosion-proof rating."

"It can talk?!" Xiao Wu jumped back half a step in surprise, then her eyes lit up. "Say it again!"

"Welcome to Honey Snow Ice City! Today's recommendation: Pearl Milk Green Tea."

"Wow!" Xiao Wu turned to Zhu Zhuqing and shouted, "Zhuqing, come and listen, it will recommend more!"

Zhu Zhuqing stood a short distance away with her arms crossed, watching expressionlessly for a few seconds before slowly walking over. She stared at the cups that Number Four Robot was packing for a long time before suddenly asking, "How fast is it packing?"

Jiang Lan looked at Zhu Zhuqing and said, "Currently it's eight seconds per cup, but I can make it even faster after I upgrade the motor."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded without saying anything else.

Dugu Yan was busy behind the counter, sealing the milk tea cups while complaining, "Jiang Lan, you're so leisurely! I, a student of the prestigious Heaven Dou Royal Academy, am stuck here as your cashier!"

"Sister Yan, you've worked so hard!" Jiang Lan pulled a piece of paper from under the counter, quickly wrote two lines, and handed it over, "I've got you a lifetime black card; you can drink milk tea for free from now on."

Dugu Yan took the note, glanced at it, and her expression changed from disdain to reluctant acceptance. She snorted and stuffed the note into her sleeve, but her hands moved much faster.

Ye Lingling silently pulled over a stool and sat down, pulling out the thickest stack of orders from the pile and burying herself in checking them.

She didn't say a word, but her efficiency was higher than anyone else's. Jiang Lan couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, thinking that if Ye Lingling were in modern times, she would definitely be a project manager.

The queue didn't gradually shorten until 3:45 PM.

Ning Rongrong and her friends lingered in the shop, occupying a table by the window and ordering four different drinks to take turns enjoying.

Xiao Wu would take a sip and then lean in to Number One and ask, "What do you like to drink?" Number One would always reply, "Guga One doesn't need food or drink." Xiao Wu found this particularly amusing and asked the question seven or eight times in a row.

"Father?"

Just then, Ning Rongrong's incredulous voice rang out.

Jiang Lan looked outside and saw two people walking towards them.

The man walking in front had a handsome face, a straight nose and a square mouth, and a refined and gentle appearance. His white robe was spotless.

He looked to be in his forties, with gentle eyes, and seemed like an ordinary person no matter how you looked at him.

The man beside him had a withered face, shriveled muscles and skin, and sunken eyes.

His physique wasn't the kind of extremely muscular build, but his entire body frame was surprisingly large, and his clothes seemed to be completely stretched out of his skeleton.

His voice was extremely hoarse, like leaves falling in the wind. He had a few white hairs on his head and was terrifyingly tall, nearly two and a half meters.

Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo.

"Grandpa Bone, Father."

Ning Rongrong jogged towards Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, and picked up Jiang Lan as she passed by.

Jiang Lan: "????"

Ning Rongrong picked up Jiang Lan with extreme ease, as if she were holding a plush toy she had raised since she was a baby.

Ning Rongrong ran up to Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, a sweet smile on her face, and handed Jiang Lan to her father, saying as if presenting a treasure, "Father, this is my new friend, Jiang Lan. He's very cute, and he can even make milk tea and robots!"

Jiang Lan kicked her short legs twice in mid-air, the hood of her Penguin Suit swinging back and forth, her face screaming "Who am I? Where am I? Why am I being handed out as a gift?"

He looked up at the man in white before him, whose clothes were as white as snow.

Ning Fengzhi was also looking down at him. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged scholar, with nothing special about him except for being exceptionally handsome.

But Jiang Lan knew that this Sect Master Ning was the top support-type Soul Master on the Douluo Continent, the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the strongest pay-to-win player on the entire continent.

As for the tall, thin old man next to Ning Fengzhi, who looked like a walking skeleton, needless to say, Bone Douluo Gu Rong, Titled Douluo Bone Dragon Martial Soul.

Jiang Lan suddenly remembered some outrageous fanfiction novels she had read before she transmigrated.

Ning Fengzhi x Tang San.

Jiang Lan snapped out of her reverie and greeted them, "Hello, uncle and grandpa, my name is Jiang Lan."

Bone Douluo subconsciously sensed Jiang Lan, and when he sensed Jiang Lan's level, he froze.

Level 41?!

No way, a 6-year-old child at level 41? What kind of monster is that?!

Bone Douluo leaned close to Ning Fengzhi Ning Fengzhi whispered in his ear, "This kid is level 41."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened slightly for a moment before returning to normal.

Unlike Bone Douluo, he didn't lose his composure. Instead, he looked at Jiang Lan with a more scrutinizing gaze, as if trying to find some clue in the little Penguin Suit being held in his daughter's arms.

"Rongrong, put her down first," Ning Fengzhi said gently.

Jiang Lan tilted her head back, looking at Ning Fengzhi and then at Bone Douluo.

One was all smiles, like a gentle breeze; the other had a stern face, as if he'd seen a ghost.

Jiang Lan thought for a moment, then raised her little hand and waved to Ning Fengzhi: "Hello, Uncle Ning! Hello, Grandpa Gu!"

Bone Douluo's eye twitched.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end only managed a low, hoarse "hmm" from his throat.

His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Lan, as if he wanted to see through this six-year-old Little Monster inside and out.

Ning Fengzhi squatted down to be at eye level with Jiang Lan: "Little friend, your Milk Tea Shop is doing very well."

"Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Ning!" Jiang Lan puffed out her chest, revealing two shallow dimples on her face. "Uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters all love it, especially Sister Rongrong, she's already had three cups in a row."

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue and muttered under her breath, "Who told you to make it so delicious?"

Ning Fengzhi chuckled softly, his gaze falling on the four robots that were busy in the store.

The four tin penguins moved in perfect unison: one took orders, one prepared the ingredients, one sealed the package, and one packed it up. Their teamwork was as seamless as that of seasoned employees who had been trained for years.

He stared at it for a while, the smile in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a deep contemplation.

This was the first time he had ever seen something like this.

However, upon seeing this thing, many uses came to Ning Fengzhi's mind.

However, whether or not things can proceed according to his plan needs to be discussed with Jiang Lan.