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

Chapter 15 Addicted?

On the way back, Lu Yuan sat in the back of the taxi, feeling extremely bored, so he took out his phone and opened the home surveillance camera.

Inside the room, Chen Xiaomiao was still watching TV, her posture barely changing.

On the screen, gunfire raged and soldiers charged into battle. She tensed up, her fists clenched tightly, muttering to herself, though it was unclear what she was saying.

When she sees Li Yunlong win a battle, she will grin foolishly and swing her legs back and forth on the edge of the sofa.

Lu Yuan was engrossed in watching when he suddenly heard the driver speak up: "Young man, what are you looking at? Why are you so happy?"

Lu Yuan was taken aback, and subconsciously touched his face: "Was I smiling?"

"His mouth is practically stretched to his ears!"

"is it?"

Lu Yuan awkwardly put away his phone, turned to look out the window, and pretended to be nonchalant.

seductive vixens are harmful...

Upon arriving home and opening the door, Lu Yuan called out to the living room.

"I am back."

"Oh……"

Chen Xiaomiao gave a perfunctory reply, her eyes glued to the television screen.

Lu Yuan didn't pay attention at first and habitually walked towards the restaurant to get a glass of water. He glanced at the kitchen as he passed by and then realized something was wrong.

The pork tenderloin I bought this morning is still lying quietly in the plastic bag, and the countertop is clean, without a trace of cooking.

On the television, Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei were celebrating the Japanese devils' birthday in the county town when Li Yunlong suddenly pulled out his two pistols and shouted.

"Brother Yunfei, shouldn't you show yourself!"

next second.

"Hey Xiao X, turn off the TV!"

With Lu Yuan's command, the living room television went dark with a "snap".

Chen Xiaomiao was taken aback at first, then turned her head and looked at Lu Yuan pitifully.

Lu Yuan wanted to say something harsh, but after being glared at by those foxy eyes, he could only let out a sigh.

"Eat your food first, then we'll see."

"It's working!"

Chen Xiaomiao nodded vigorously, jumped off the sofa, and got up to run to the kitchen.

"Stop working."

Lu Yuan called her over, took a packet of instant noodles from the cupboard, tore open the packaging, and threw it into a bowl.

Boiling hot water was poured into the bowl, and a powerful, rich aroma quickly filled the air.

"Gulu..."

Having not eaten for most of the day, Chen Xiaomiao's stomach rumbled at the aroma, and she began to swallow her saliva incessantly.

Why aren't you eating?

Lu Yuan squeezed the seasoning packet in, stirred it with chopsticks, and pushed it in front of Chen Xiaomiao.

Chen Xiaomiao picked up her chopsticks and slurped up a mouthful of noodles, her mouth full of slurred words, a silly grin on her face: "I was so engrossed in that show that I forgot the time."

"You need to watch TV in moderation from now on."

Suddenly, an image of Chen Xiaomiao sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through short videos on her phone and grinning foolishly flashed into Lu Yuan's mind, and he was instantly jolted awake.

He couldn't help but emphasize, "Watching this thing for too long will hurt your eyes and interfere with your work. If you can't control yourself, you won't be able to watch TV anymore."

Chen Xiaomiao quickly swallowed the noodles in her mouth and solemnly promised, "I'll definitely learn my lesson!"

After finishing a steaming bowl of instant noodles, Chen Xiaomiao let out a satisfied sigh and asked curiously, "Lu Yuan, how were the scenes in that box filmed? There are so many people in there, firing cannons and fighting, are they all real?"

Lu Yuan didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he simply said perfunctorily, "I can't explain this to you. Once you learn how to use the internet, you'll understand a lot of things naturally."

Is there really someone named Li Yunlong?

"Most of what's shown in TV dramas is fake, don't take it seriously."

"I knew it..."

Chen Xiaomiao had an expression that said, "Just as I expected: I actually knew it was fake after watching the beginning."

"How did you tell?"

"If only the Japanese devils were as easy to deal with as they are in the movies..."

Chen Xiaomiao sighed softly, finished cleaning up the dishes, and turned to busy herself in the kitchen, without mentioning that she wanted to continue watching the play.

After dinner, Chen Xiaomiao quickly washed the dishes and then leisurely strolled to the study door with her phone in hand.

Inside the room, Lu Yuan was sitting in front of the computer. The red and green curves on the screen were intertwined and made Chen Xiaomiao dizzy.

"Lu Yuan, what are you busy with?" Chen Xiaomiao tiptoed over curiously.

"Make money." Lu Yuan said succinctly without turning his head.

"This thing can make money?" "You rely on it for everything you eat, drink, live on, and wear."

Lu Yuan's mother, Chen Lan, was a finance graduate. Back then, she relied on her keen market sense, solid professional knowledge, and a little bit of personal connections to thrive in the stock market and fund market.

This allowed them to accumulate a certain amount of wealth, supporting their comfortable life and this river-view penthouse.

After her death, all her stocks and funds fell into Lu Yuan's hands.

Although Lu Yuan had been exposed to the arts since childhood, he was far from having his mother's talent. With his monthly earnings and the little bit of inside information from his mother's friends, he barely managed to pay off the mortgage.

Chen Xiaomiao continued to ask, "How many silver dollars can Lu Yuanren earn in a month with this thing?"

Lu Yuan shrugged, looking nonchalant: "There's no definite answer. We lost money last month."

"We lost money?!"

Chen Xiaomiao was completely bewildered.

Could it be that these colorful trinkets are actually a business?
But seeing how focused Lu Yuan was, she was afraid of disturbing him, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions.

So he stood quietly in the back, holding his phone, occasionally craning his neck to peek at the mysterious "talisman thread," hoping it would earn Lu Yuan more money.

Lu Yuan stared at the screen for a long time, but finally became agitated and simply closed the software, turning his chair around: "What's up?"

Chen Xiaomiao quickly handed over her phone: "Lu Yuan, I've received quite a few messages from people today, all sorts of things."

Some people said I won the grand prize, while others said it was the "last day" and I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I missed it.

My heart was pounding as I looked at it; I didn't dare click anything, but I was also incredibly curious and wanted to ask you if it was real or fake.

Lu Yuan slapped his forehead, only then realizing that he had forgotten to block spam push notifications and pop-up ads for this girl.

For someone in 1942, this information bombardment was indeed quite frightening.

He took the phone and began to patiently teach Chen Xiaomiao.

"Anyone who tells you you've won a prize is a scammer, don't believe them!"

Lu Yuan swiped his finger across the screen, deleting or blocking applications he didn't need for the time being, and then turned off notification permissions for each one. Finally, he solemnly gave his instructions.

"Remember, now, apart from the messages I send you via WeChat, ignore all other messages, no matter how threatening they may seem! If you receive a call from an unknown number, don't answer it either; it's most likely a spam call."

After cleaning up, Lu Yuan casually opened Douyin (TikTok).

"Look, didn't we talk about learning to cook last time? You can learn here."

Lu Yuan found the homepage of a popular chef with millions of followers and started playing a video tutorial on how to make braised pork ribs at home.

Chen Xiaomiao clicked her tongue in amazement: "Wow! Aren't chefs afraid of others stealing their skills these days?"

"Not just chefs, but all the skills and secrets of various professions can be found online, as long as they are not too obscure."

"And what about us Taoist priests?"

"I think so."

"Ha! So you mean everyone knows how to tell fortunes these days?"

"Hmm... yes and no."

Fortune telling is not a skill; being able to predict accurately is.

Although Chen Xiaomiao's skills were insignificant in her eyes, if it were today, he would definitely be considered a highly accomplished master!

Suddenly, Chen Xiaomiao's eyes lit up, as if she had suddenly discovered something new, and she excitedly asked, "Lu Yuan, can I watch that war movie I watched today on this phone too?"

"Hey, you're pretty smart."

Lu Yuan was surprised that Chen Xiaomiao could apply what she learned to other situations and make connections with other things; her learning and thinking abilities far exceeded his expectations.

He also helped Chen Xiaomiao download several mainstream video apps and taught her how to use them.

"Little Miao, you can look all you want!"

Lu Yuan straightened his face again and said seriously, "I'm telling you this upfront, you're not allowed to get addicted! You have to be moderate! You have to be in moderation! If you dare to watch until the time is up again..."

"Don't worry!"

Chen Xiaomiao patted her chest and assured him, "I'm not a three-year-old child. How could I not control myself? I know what I'm doing!"

Looking at her confident demeanor, Lu Yuan had no idea what to expect.

For Chen Xiaomiao, nothing is more important than having a full stomach; she even forgot to eat breakfast that morning because she was watching TV.

For her, an "ancient person" with extremely limited entertainment, the allure of "spiritual nourishment" is probably greater than that of steamed buns.

But on second thought, it's better to guide than to block.

It's only a matter of time before Chen Xiaomiao gets in touch with the internet and learns to use various apps. Rather than being overly protective, it's better to teach her how to distinguish between them in advance.

Finally, Lu Yuan earnestly advised, "Xiao Miao, this phone is connected to the 'network,' and it contains all sorts of strange and unusual things, you name it."

From now on, whatever you see or hear online, don't be too surprised, and don't be foolish enough to believe it all!

If you're unsure, just ask me, okay?

"It's working!"

Chen Xiaomiao nodded vigorously in agreement.

(End of this chapter)