The connection between Robin and the Fu family began more than twenty years ago.

Fu Luo's mother, Fu Xiaoxin, was an engineer working at a large national military manufacturing institution. At that time, the now famous Robin was just an unknown small engineering graduate who, after an unremarkable internship, became Fu Xiaoxin's student.

Back then, he wasn't called the stylish name "Robin". His name was Luo Xiaobo, and he looked as delicate as a young lady. In addition to his weak personality, he was not talkative, paid attention to dressing up, and had an abnormal interest in some skincare products. Naturally, his every move carried a feminine air. As you can imagine, in a military institution full of rough men, he had no future except picking up soap.

His peers of the same age found his behavior tiresome and maintained a lukewarm relationship with him. The seniors also looked down on this young man's style. Only Fu Xiaoxin, who had probably just given birth to a child at that time, had an excess of maternal instinct due to hormonal changes in her body and always took good care of him.

Luo Xiaobo was so useless that he had to ask someone to repair the "Internet of Things system" at home when it malfunctioned. Replacing chips for the simplest household robots was something even middle school students learned in extracurricular practice, but he just couldn't do it smoothly. Whether it was choosing a major in university or entering a military factory, he had truly entered the wrong profession.

Luo Xiaobo relied entirely on rote memorization and following the book for all his work skills. Whenever he needed to do a hands-on experiment, he would inevitably be so nervous the day before that he couldn't sleep well. Even Fu Xiaoxin had to admit that her incompetent student was not suitable for the research institute, and it was unclear whether he was doing research or research was doing him.

In fact, Luo Xiaobo didn't want to be a civilian military officer at all. He had no ambition and just wanted to go to a dynamic photo studio to manage people's styling.

He was full of confusion about himself and his entire life. The seemingly glamorous life of a researcher was a heavy burden and unspeakable pain for him. Whenever he thought that he would have to live like this for the rest of his life, he was so miserable that he wished he had never been born.

He suffered in the research institute for more than two years, almost to the point of depression. Finally, he made up his mind to take this unorthodox path. He submitted his resignation to the unit, intending to become an apprentice in a photo studio.

At that time, the people around him were all very shocked and unanimously believed that Luo Xiaobo was seriously ill and had taken the wrong medicine. Fu Xiaoxin visited him several times to persuade him, but later found that this boy was completely stubborn and had made up his mind, so she had to give up.

Coincidentally, Fu Xiaoxin had a relative who was very capable and had opened a small dynamic photo studio company. She used this connection to send Luo Xiaobo there, and later always asked people to take care of him, which led to Robin's success today.

Although busy now, Robin never forgot his gratitude and always kept in touch with Fu Xiaoxin, changing his address from "Teacher" at the beginning to "Big Sister" later.

However, firstly, Fu Xiaoxin was very busy, and Robin was also very busy. Secondly, after Fu Xiaoxin divorced Fu Luo's father Wang Yizheng, she changed her daughter's surname and never remarried. For Robin, although she was his "teacher" before and "godsister" later, after all, there was no real blood relationship. Robin occasionally visited, but mostly sat for a while and left, not staying long.

As for Fu Luo, she went to boarding school in middle school, so Robin hadn't seen her since she was a little older, and his impression of her was still that chubby little girl from more than ten years ago.

Most children can't see much beauty or ugliness. Chubby looks quite fun. Robin never imagined that the "little fat girl" who appeared in front of him again after a gap of more than ten years could achieve such an extraordinary and impressive stature.

The doubts in Robin's mind were like little bubbles in a swamp, gurgling up. He thought to himself, "What on earth did Fu Xiaoxin, that unruly mother, feed this child to raise her?"

On the phone, before Robin could even ask whether Fu Luo was round or flat, he was hammered down by his old big sister, the engineer Fu, like a bandit: "Okay! As long as you are willing to take in your broken niece, I will tie her up and send her to you right away!"

Now facing the receipt of these goods, Robin finally understood why she had the tone of "goods sold, no returns".

When Fu Xiaoxin arrived, the big iron-headed robots running all over the place were almost ready to serve the dishes. And when Fu Luo started to use her knife and fork, Robin and Xiao Zhu were once again amazed.

In the fashion circles that Xiao Zhu was exposed to, young girls would go to any lengths to maintain their figure, even secretly going to unlicensed small clinics for illegal gene modification surgery - blocking the body's metabolism and absorption of fat. In the end, their endocrine system was extremely disordered, they had vitamin D absorption disorders, their bones would shatter with a tap, multiple organ failure... The causes of death were so numerous and complex that even the coroner couldn't decide on a "main culprit".

Most people didn't dare to be so crazy, but dieting had been a lifelong exercise that had never gone out of style since "King Chu loved slender waists".

In front of this beauty who felt guilty after eating half a bowl of salad, empty plates were produced at an unbelievable speed one after another. The "big iron head" collecting the plates ran over and over again, the bearings couldn't bear the weight and made a miserable "creaking" sound. There was even one time when it ran too fast and crashed into the table leg, sitting on its butt.

And Robin and his assistant girl once again understood what it means to be a "hero".

A rice bucket?

No, a rice bucket is still a child, you flatter it too much, let it go.

This student Fu, when she ate, it was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, single-minded and highly efficient.

Within ten minutes, she finished double portions of appetizers, drank a bowl of soup, nibbled on two pieces of unlimited lunch bread provided by the restaurant, tore half a chicken, and then polished off a whole steak, three servings of fries, two bowls of salad (one meat and one vegetable), and four desserts. Fu Xiaoxin finally couldn't stand it and slapped Fu Luo on the back.

"Are you a reincarnation of a starving ghost?" Eating a pot and adding a stove!

Of course, considering the physical and mental health of others, Fu Xiaoxin swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Fu Luo glanced at her in dismay, obediently put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth, and sat up straight.

Robin tried to untie the tongue knot, stammering, "...Don't, don't mention it. Just let the kid eat her fill, don't let her go hungry."

Mrs. Fu Xiaoxin was nearly eighty years old, which was considered middle-aged in this era. She looked like a very normal middle-aged woman, not very fat, but also not in great shape. She didn't dress up much, but wasn't shockingly ugly either.

Fu Luo's father was also said to be a military school graduate, but it was unclear what exactly he did. In any case, he was very different from the traditional image of a soldier, a bit thin and quiet. Robin had met him once when he was young, and the impression was that he was quite amiable, but not very sociable.

With such a couple, what kind of genetic mutation could have produced such a girl?

Robin watched as Fu Xiaoxin slapped Fu Luo on the head again, "You cut your hair again, didn't you? How many times have I told you! Rodents don't grind their teeth as diligently as you cut your hair. Do you have a grudge against those strands of yours? Why don't you just shave it bald?"

Fu Luo replied earnestly, "Baldness is troublesome, it has to be shaved as soon as it grows out a bit."

Hearing such twisted logic, Fu Xiaoxin was fuming. She inflicted domestic violence on Fu Luo in public. Fu Luo sat there like a mountain, not dodging or flinching, as if the other party was just dusting her off, while saying helplessly, "Mom, don't always make trouble for me."

Mrs. Fu Xiaoxin's gaze fell on Robin's young and pretty assistant, Xiao Zhu. Seeing that the young girl was pretty, sweet and lovely, she instantly became envious to death. Looking back at this living beast she gave birth to, she truly experienced what "worlds apart" meant, needless to say how she felt inside.

Teacher Robin put on a straight face, trying hard not to let his expression collapse.

"I must have been irradiated by some unknown object when I was pregnant with her." Finally, Fu Xiaoxin got tired of beating and summed up her daughter's life in one short sentence.

"This Sister will leave this thing to you. If there's anything wrong with her, don't go easy. Beat her when you should, hit her when you should. Anyway, you've seen it, this goods has thick skin and flesh, ordinary people can't kill her."

Robin: "..."

The meal ended harmoniously with Fu Xiaoxin and Teacher Robin reminiscing, interspersed with Fu Xiaoxin's uninterrupted personal attacks on her biological daughter.

After the meal, Fu Xiaoxin took Fu Luo and left, but Teacher Robin asked the waiter to clear the table and ordered another drink, seemingly waiting for someone else.

Fu Luo was like an oppressed slave of the old times, opening the way for her mother, carrying her bag, holding her coat... and being slapped at any time, out of the blue.

Fu Luo helped Fu Xiaoxin at the doorstep, then pulled open the glass door of the restaurant, turned sideways and gestured with her hand, saying in a low voice, "Escorting the Empress Dowager, long live the Empress Dowager."

The "Empress Dowager" snorted heavily and strutted out with a haughty air.

Just as Fu Luo was about to follow, a man walked in. He looked to be in his early thirties, tall and lean, with handsome features that fit the aesthetic standards, but there was a furrow between his brows that was inconsistent with his age, shrouding his face in an indescribable gloom.

For some reason, Fu Luo took an extra look at him, feeling that he looked a bit familiar.

The two, one wanting to leave and the other wanting to enter, stopped at the same time, both indicating for the other to go first.

Finally, Fu Xiaoxin, who had walked five or six meters away, turned back impatiently and shouted at Fu Luo, "What are you dawdling for? I think you'd make a good doorman, hurry up and get over here!"

Fu Luo nodded apologetically to the young man who let her pass and quickly caught up with her mother, "I'm rolling over, round enough?"

It probably wasn't round enough, because Fu Xiaoxin's response was to get on tiptoe and slap the back of her head.

Fu Luo could only lower her head to accommodate her short mother's way of hitting, while thoughtfully reminding, "Be careful not to sprain your ankle."

The man at the restaurant entrance turned his head at the sound and glanced at the backs of the mother and daughter. Thinking of something, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a fleeting smile. But after the smile faded, the gloom between his brows seemed to deepen. He walked straight to Robin's table, "Mr. Luo."

This time, Robin stood up solemnly to greet the visitor, "Colonel Yang."