My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 22 What's wrong with a man wanting to see stockings?

"Lu Yuan—Time to eat!"

Chen Xiaomiao's clear and soft voice pierced through the study door, carrying a warm feeling.

Lu Yuan responded, turned off the annoying red and green lines on the computer screen, and got up to walk towards the restaurant.

Two steaming bowls of tomato and egg noodles sat on the table, the golden egg flowers coated in a rich tomato sauce, emitting a delightful aroma. Beside them was a small dish of crisp radishes pickled by Chen Xiaomiao herself, which looked incredibly appetizing.

"It smells delicious!" Lu Yuan exclaimed sincerely, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"Just have something simple for lunch, but I'll cook you a big meal for dinner, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Chen Xiaomiao took off her apron, her eyebrows and eyes curving, like a little fox waiting to be praised.

Lu Yuan picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, slurped it into his mouth, and mumbled, "Don't cook tonight. It's the weekend, let's go out to eat."

"Where to eat?"

"Okay, I'll take you to eat hot pot."

"How much will that cost?"

Chen Xiaomiao muttered resentfully, "Is it because you don't like the food I cook?"

"It's not that I don't like the food, it's just that it's the weekend, and what's the point of staying cooped up at home all the time?"

Seeing her looking so distressed about the money, Lu Yuan felt both helpless and amused: "Don't always think about saving a penny or two. Money is earned, not saved."

Chen Xiaomiao didn't say anything more, but she couldn't hide the pain on her face.

Lu Yuan realized he had to find a way to make Chen Xiaomiao less resistant to spending money.

Just as he was pondering a solution, he noticed that Chen Xiaomiao hadn't touched her chopsticks yet, and would occasionally glance up at him, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Lu Yuan put down his chopsticks and asked, "Speak up if you have something to say. It's uncomfortable to keep it to yourself."

"Lu Yuan..." Her voice was much lower than usual: "Do you know of any carpentry shops nearby?"

"A carpentry shop? What do you need it for?"

“I…I want to build a memorial tablet for my master to worship.”

Chen Xiaomiao glanced quickly at Lu Yuan, afraid that he would show disgust on his face, and hurriedly added.

“I know this thing is bad luck to have at home. Don’t worry! I’ve fixed it, and I definitely won’t keep it in your house.”

I...I think I might go to a Taoist temple and beg them to do me a favor and give my master a place to live. As for the money for repairing his memorial tablet..."

When money was mentioned, Chen Xiaomiao's voice lowered again, and she could no longer speak.

She now eats Lu Yuan's food, lives in Lu Yuan's house, wears Lu Yuan's clothes, and even her life was saved by Lu Yuan. What face does she have to ask for money to handle such "private matters"?
Lu Yuan asked calmly, "Xiao Miao, is today a special day?"

He knew that Chen Xiaomiao would never have made such a request if she hadn't been unable to resist.

Chen Xiaomiao lowered her head even further: "I calculated the lunar calendar, and today is my master's birthday. If we calculate it according to your local calendar, my master... should be 186 years old."

Lu Yuan comforted him, "There's no bad luck involved. He's your master, so it's only right that you set up a memorial tablet for him! There's a storage room in the underground garage that my mom bought a while ago, and it's been empty. We'll clean it up and set it up for you to worship your master."

"Really...really?!"

Chen Xiaomiao suddenly raised her head, and her foxy eyes instantly became watery.

"As for carpenters, they're probably hard to find these days..."

Lu Yuan changed the subject abruptly: "Here, give me your phone."

Chen Xiaomiao obediently handed over her phone, and Lu Yuan unlocked the screen and clicked to download the JD.com shopping app.

"Actually, most things can be bought online now, and they'll even deliver them to your doorstep. For example, if you want to buy a new piece of clothing..."

As Lu Yuan spoke, he pretended to type "women's clothing" into the search box.

A dazzling array of skirts, tops, and pants instantly appeared on the screen, in various styles and colors, leaving Chen Xiaomiao overwhelmed.

"Look, just a click and you can see the style and price." Lu Yuan quickly swiped through several beautiful dresses, continuing to explain, "If you like one, place an order, and someone will deliver it to your door."

He swiped the phone several times before handing it back to Chen Xiaomiao.

Try searching for 'custom memorial tablets'.

Chen Xiaomiao took the phone with some skepticism and awkwardly typed in the search bar.

The search results quickly redirect to a wide variety of memorial tablets, incense burners, and offering plates, made from materials ranging from ordinary wood to rosewood and sandalwood, with prices ranging from tens to thousands of yuan.

"Place your order and make payment, then wait for news at home."

"Mmm, I know..."

Chen Xiaomiao held the phone as if it were a book from heaven, her little head close as she carefully swiped through it.

In the end, she chose the most unassuming-looking shop, picked out a simple pear wood memorial tablet, and also bought a set of items including an incense burner and candlesticks.

Place your order and make payment.

My phone beeped, and the screen showed a deduction of 320 yuan.

Chen Xiaomiao held her phone, remaining silent for a long time.

She felt that she owed Lu Yuan so much that she could never repay him.

Any words of gratitude seem utterly pale and cheap at this moment.

She silently got up: "The clothes in the washing machine haven't been hung up yet, I'll go hang them up first."

Chen Xiaomiao felt that what she could do now was to cook every meal for Lu Yuan, wash every piece of clothing, and take care of all kinds of housework meticulously.

Looking at Chen Xiaomiao's slightly flustered back, Lu Yuan hesitated before reaching out and picking up the phone she had left on the dining table.

He reopened JD.com and entered various keywords into the search box.

French-style dresses, floral maxi dresses, JK skirts...

He kept searching and filtering, browsing through women's clothing of all styles.

Finally, Lu Yuan paused for a long time, took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind to type two words that made him blush and his heart race.

Stockings

Turning off his phone screen, Lu Yuan leaned back in his chair, a strange sense of guilt welling up inside him.

Was I going a bit too far by doing this?

But then she thought again, the choice of whether to buy or not ultimately rested with Chen Xiaomiao.

He was merely guiding the big data...

As a young and vigorous man, what's wrong with simply wanting to feast my eyes?

Yes, that's right!

There's nothing wrong with men wanting to see stockings!
A little while later, Chen Xiaomiao returned after hanging up the clothes and asked, "Lu Yuan, when will the memorial tablet arrive?"

"It's hard to say, it could take one or two days, or four or five days."

Lu Yuan pretended to be calm and said, "Check that software every day. It will tell you where it is. Don't miss it."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded solemnly: "Okay, then I'll watch it every day."

"It's okay to watch it a few more times."

Lu Yuan began to subtly and patiently persuade: "They don't just sell memorial tablets there, there are also many other good things. If you see anything you like, such as clothes, shoes... socks, etc., don't hesitate to buy it."

To everyone's surprise, Chen Xiaomiao shook her head vigorously after hearing this, her eyes clear and firm: "Don't worry, I'm not one of those spendthrift women, I won't waste money!"

Lu Yuan:......

(End of this chapter)