boyutpedia Chapter 432 Wedding Preparations
Chapter 432 Wedding Preparations
Lu Ran was amused by Tan Yu's reaction.
Why is Tan Yu more excited about his wedding than he is about it?
Tan Yu sent several messages in a row, all of them offering various suggestions.
Which store should I order my wedding dress from? What kind of MC should I hire? Should the venue be indoors or outdoors? What brand of wedding favors should I use? Should the invitations be handwritten? How should I arrange the groomsmen?
The amount of information was so overwhelming that Lu Ran's head was spinning.
"Alright, alright, speak slowly, I'll write it down."
"Brother Lu, you don't need to write it down, I'll take care of it for you. Your business is my business."
"No need. You go ahead with your wedding, I'll handle my own affairs."
"You're going to do it yourself? You don't even know what's needed for a wedding, how are you going to do it yourself?"
Lu Ran thought about it and agreed with Tan Yu.
His knowledge of weddings was limited to attending other people's weddings, the kind where you sit in the audience and eat.
Letting him organize an event on his own would be no less difficult than writing an operating system from scratch.
"Then you help me find a reliable wedding planning company. I'll handle the rest."
"Okay. I'll ask around for you."
Lu Ran put down his phone and leaned back in his chair.
It was getting dark outside the window. Summers in Shanghai get dark late; you can still see the sunset on the horizon around 6 p.m.
Orange light streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow on the desk.
He watched the sunset for a while, then turned off his computer, grabbed his coat, and left the office.
As he passed by the technical department, he glanced inside. Zhao Yiming was still there, and the three monitors in front of him were all lit up, displaying the code for the "Crossfire" zombie mode.
He was typing something on the keyboard with his head down, next to a cup of coffee that had gone cold.
Since Zhao Yiming arrived, he has been even more dedicated than Zhou Mingzhe. Lu Ran is even considering whether to give him a room to manage his household.
This is what it truly means to treat the company as your home.
"Yiming, aren't you leaving yet?"
Zhao Yiming looked up and took off his headphones: "Wait a little longer. I've written most of the underlying logic for the biohazard mode, and I want to finish it today."
Take care of yourself. Don't stay up too late.
"Understood. Take care, Mr. Lu."
Lu Ran left the company and hailed a taxi on the roadside.
As he got into the car, he sent Shen Yuege a message: "I'm back. What are we having for dinner tonight?"
Shen Yuege replied quickly: "Guess."
"I bet it's braised pork again."
"No. It's changed today. You'll see when you get back."
Lu Ran looked at the message and felt a little uneasy.
Shen Yuege has always been very enthusiastic about cooking, but the results have been inconsistent.
Last time the braised pork was so salty it hurt my throat, the time before that the scrambled eggs with tomatoes had too much sugar instead of salt, and the time before that the stir-fried vegetables were charred.
But he always said it was delicious.
It's not just a perfunctory answer; I genuinely think it tastes delicious.
Because the person who cooked put their heart into it, the person eating the food shouldn't be picky.
Moreover, Shen Yuege's home-style cooking has indeed improved significantly at times.
The taxi sped along the elevated highway, the streetlights outside the window flashing past one after another. Lu Ran leaned back in his seat, his mind preoccupied with the wedding.
Where should the venue be located?
Is it in Shanghai or elsewhere?
Indoors or outdoors?
Should we invite the media?
Should we do a live stream?
Given Shen Yuege's fame, their wedding couldn't possibly be low-key.
Even if they want to keep a low profile, their fans and the media won't allow it.
Then let's be high-profile.
Anyway, he's only getting married once in his life, so what's wrong with being high-profile?
He thought about it a lot, and in the end he even laughed at himself.
A game developer, whose thinking is incredibly clear when writing code, turns into a complete mess when faced with something like this.
When the car arrived at the entrance of the residential area, he paid the fare and got out.
A few children were playing soccer on the lawn downstairs. The ball rolled to his feet, and he bent down, picked it up, and threw it back. The child said thank you, then ran off with the ball.
He went upstairs, pushed open the door, and a fragrant aroma wafted towards him.
It doesn't taste like soy sauce, it tastes like chicken soup.
Shen Yuege poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a soup spoon in her hand, her apron stained with oil: "You're back? Wash your hands and eat."
Lu Ran washed his hands and sat down at the dining table. On the table were three dishes and a soup: stir-fried pork, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a pot of chicken soup.
Watching Lu Ran put the rice into his mouth, Shen Yuege felt a sense of anticipation.
"How did it go this time?" Shen Yuege looked at him expectantly.
Lu Ran picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.
Not salty.
It's rich but not greasy, melts in your mouth, and has just the right flavor.
"It's delicious," he said. This time, he meant it.
Shen Yuege breathed a sigh of relief, sat down opposite him, poured herself a bowl of soup, took a sip, and nodded in satisfaction: "I followed the recipe strictly this time. I weighed out the exact amounts of soy sauce, sugar, and salt."
"So you were just placing them based on gut feeling before?"
"Hmm. I feel like it's sometimes inaccurate."
Lu Ran smiled.
He recalled that when he wrote code, he relied on intuition; sometimes he would know whether a line of code was correct or not after writing just one line.
This feeling isn't innate; it's honed through hundreds or even thousands of hours of practice.
Shen Yuege hasn't quite developed a feel for cooking yet, but she's trying.
This is enough.
Practice makes perfect.
After the two finished eating, Lu Ran went to wash the dishes, while Shen Yuege sat on the sofa looking at her phone.
As she looked at it, she suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"
"What's wrong?" Lu Ran asked as she walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands.
"Have you seen that new game from Sakura Games?"
"I saw it. What's wrong?"
"Many people in the comments section are saying this game is going to challenge you. Some are even saying that RabbitTech is in trouble this time. Do you want to check it out?"
Lu Ran walked over and sat down next to her, taking her phone and glancing at it.
It's the comment section on the Sakura Games official website, with thousands of messages saying all sorts of things.
"Sakura Games' national masterpiece? This time, Rabbit Technology is in danger."
"Not necessarily. Tutu Technology's games aren't bad. Aren't League of Legends and Minecraft both top-notch?"
"They're different. League of Legends is Minecraft, which is a MOBA and sandbox game, while Sakura Legends is an MMO. They're not in the same league. They're competing for the same group of people's time."
"No matter which track it is, I only play bunny games. Putting everything else aside, it's all about conscience."
"Didn't Sakura Games make all sorts of promises with their previous games? And what happened? All talk and no action."
"This time is different. This time, we've really brought out our most treasured secrets."
After reading the message, Lu Ran returned the phone and leaned back on the sofa.
"Aren't you worried?" Shen Yuege asked, looking at him.
"What are you worried about?"
"Worried about losing your users."
Lu Ran thought for a moment and said something that made Shen Yuege roll her eyes: "The users aren't my company. They can go wherever they want to play, it's none of my business. All I can do is make my own game good so that when they want to leave, they won't want to."
"The way you're saying that makes it sound like you don't care about your users."
"I care. But my way of caring isn't by stopping them from leaving, it's by letting them leave and then realizing that my place is better."
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