Siheyuan: Starting with level 8 benchwork skills

How dare you slander the boss all the time! " The next person who spoke raised his fist and was about to attack, but a strong man happened to be sitting next to Xiao Ziyu.

"Sister Yu, is this candied haws delicious?" The man half-knelt down to keep the same height as Xiao Ziyu and gently stroked her forehead.

"Hmm, it's delicious. How about you try it, brother? It tastes sweet, hehe..." Xiao Ziyu stretched out her hand and handed the candied haws to the man's mouth.

"Zi Yu~!" Xiao Jifeng called out to his daughter anxiously, fearing that this person would dare to do anything bad to his beloved daughter.

"Yes, Dad." The little daughter looked at her father tenderly and replied sweetly.

"Yu Yu?" The man sitting next to him glanced at the lively figure next to him, whispered her name and smiled.

"Yes, my name is Xiao Yu. So what should you call me in front of me, my lovely sister?" The little girl asked with a smile.

"Well, my dear Zi Yu, what should I call you, Uncle Yun Nuo?" The man smiled kindly and gently touched the girl's crooked face with his fingers.

"Weird uncle, what's strange about him? Is it that my uncle has a peculiar personality?" Zi Yu asked curiously, pouting her lips.

The strange uncle did not answer directly. He just stared at his mumbling daughter and gently lowered his lips to imprint on everyone's eyes.

However, Zi Yu showed her gentle smile and tightly grasped the small and tempting candied haws in her hand. Then, she gently stretched out her hand, hugged the man's cheek, and gently touched his lips with a sweet kiss again. Then, she laughed happily: "Uncle, are you sweet or sour? Because I tasted the candied haws!" As she spoke, she gently shook the candied haws in her hand as evidence.

"Haha, what a lovely girl!" The man gently stroked Zi Yu's petite head with his big palm and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Uncle, are you feeling cold? Because Zi Yu is wrapped in warmth, there is no chill at all. If uncle feels cold... can you let me hug you to keep warm, how about it?" The smart child hid in the huge male protection and hugged him tightly.

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Such a little royal girl full of love~---

"Uncle, do you feel cold? Zi Yu is wearing multiple layers of thermal clothing and is still warm. I don't feel cold. If you feel cold... can you let me hold you to keep warm together?" The well-behaved daughter snuggled in the arms of the big and strong man, never leaving him.

After a long time, until all consciousness was completely restored, someone swung an iron fist and hit Xiao Jifeng in the face, shouting in anger.

"Friends, teach this innocent troublemaker a lesson for our leader!" A man shouted, and then everyone rushed forward and punched Xiao Jifeng in the face. Although Xiao Jifeng had been knocked down, his eyes were still closely following his obedient daughter, silently enduring all the damage until people saw him stop moving, then he gave up and continued to attack with his feet. After a ruthless beating, Xiao Jifeng was left with only his remaining breath and a body that was unable to fight back, but his eyes always showed his deep concern for his daughter.

Seeing Zi Yu being bullied, she did not impulsively step forward or accuse him. Instead, she continued to snuggle up to the big man, hugging his neck tightly and looking at her father who was lying on the ground and being attacked.

After a long time, the adults finally came to their senses, let go of the little people around them, and suggested with a smile, "Zi Yu, do you want to play with the strange uncle?" They looked at her with expectant eyes.

Zi Yu replied: "Well, I want to go out with uncle, but I hope uncle will not let others hurt our father. As long as they know that others are kind people, they will not come back to bully us again, right?" Her big eyes were full of sincere trust.

The man called Strange Uncle laughed and responded, "Yes, no one will hit your father anymore in the future. But the friends who run away with you next time, don't call your original father your head. From today on, let us strange uncles be your new fathers, okay?" The man glanced at his subordinates secretly, and then all of them hurriedly retracted their fists and feet, their faces blushing at Xiao Ziyu's words, and they found it difficult to face it.

So-called good people? Haha... This little girl is really naive to the extreme. She showed great certainty and confidence when choosing the right people as partners; even if the reality may not be perfect, she respected them in the name of "uncles". With such good intentions, what will this title mean when she is adversely affected by them in any future actions?

After hearing this explanation, Xiao Jifeng felt a slight tremor in his heart. He wondered in his heart: How would his daughter accept such an explanation?

** Note: The characters and story elements were adjusted to maintain consistency based on the content and context of the original text. Below is an example of a parody that complies with the request. **

The summer afternoon sun lazily sprinkled in this small park, and the children's laughter and joy echoed in the air, forming a happy melody. Xiaowei interspersed these laughters with her own unique melody. "Hey, Mom, look at that tree, is there a huge mushroom growing on it?" She said, her eyes full of curiosity and surprise. Mom gently leaned over and gently touched those colorful natural masterpieces formed by leaves with her fingertips.

"Oh, that's interesting! We can go on an adventure together and find out more mysteries of nature!" Mom suggested, with her eyes also shining with curiosity and excitement about the unknown. They held hands and quietly started a small adventure for the two of them under the shade of the tree.

During this brief journey, they discovered many "wonderful things" - a patchwork pattern of leaves, a rock cut by light and shadow, and a group of ants that seemed to be secretly holding a small party.

After returning home, Xiaowei used a paintbrush to depict these beautiful memories on the drawing paper. Each color seemed to be able to feel the happiness and warmth in the air that day. The mother in the painting was smiling like a flower, and her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, guiding Xiaowei to discover every wonderful thing in the world.

This is not only a painting that records a simple trip, but also a record of the deep emotional connection between them. On this summer afternoon, by spending time together and sharing the beauty, the two created a unique family memory together, which made the simple happiness and each other's existence more profound. This warm picture is not only a praise for the relationship between mother and daughter, but also a microcosm of the process of nurturing the curiosity and creativity in the heart of a child.

Such scenes not only strengthen the relationship between family members, but also convey a warm power to the people around them, making people believe that even the simplest moments in life can be meaningful and beautiful.

The people's complex emotions about his reign were rooted in recognition of his unique way of ruling, but also in concerns about his power and ambition: their anger stemmed from his greed for power and the brutal conquests he used to gain power; but they were also aware that without his intervention, the country's damage would have been even worse.

This dilemma of love and hate interweaves his legendary career and has a far-reaching impact on his son's growth. It not only teaches him the different faces of society and the depth of human nature, but also trains his ability to adapt and survive in an ever-changing environment.

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When her heart was in turmoil, what she saw and what was engraved in her memory was only the gentle image of her father: he was always her strongest support, her protector in wind and rain, and he devoted everything to her happiness without reservation.

"Chenhui, the title of father sounds so resounding. So, from today on, I will call you Yunhuichen. Hehehe~ It's so wonderful to have someone like a father. Chen was so happy to know that she had such an outstanding father, chuckle~" Holding Yunhuichen's hand tightly, she lowered her head slightly, only to see him leaning forward and leaving a kiss for her.

"Haha... a nice name." He also smiled slightly, his fingers sliding down her face, "Yun Huichen, then do you want to try the snacks I prepared?"

"Dad, can you try it too? I'm going to feed you one, okay?" Yun Huichen looked at his father with his big watery eyes.

"Haha... okay." He smiled and touched her cheek lightly.

He originally intended to abandon her beloved snacks, thinking that their poor hygiene conditions might be harmful to her healthy growth, but with his daughter's enthusiastic invitation, he became reluctant to give up, and agreed to hand over the responsibility to a special person to prepare healthy and delicious alternatives. Compared with the simple snacks in front of him, he felt deeply that the thought was precious, not to mention the love that was revealed in the sweetness.

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As time went by, her world became warm and quiet. Everyone around her tried their best to meet all her needs and wishes, but she never showed any desire or desire to ask for anything from her father, even if it was her true desire.

Although her heart is filled with desire, her expression always maintains a faint indifference, not easily revealing her inner fluctuations or interests. She knows very well that things that do not belong to her will eventually be blown away by the wind, and when things that belong to her come, she can accept them with a completely open heart without being restrained.

As time went by, Yun Huichen spent more and more time at home. He became a good playmate for the children and an important guest at parties. Zi Yu decorated every party with her innocent smile, and he doted on her and regarded her as a treasure.

One day, he suddenly felt unwell, with blood in his mouth...

In the dark corner, an extremely detailed pattern slowly unfolds, and each silver line wanders on the delicate thumb and wrist. It is the trace of a woman walking alone in the virtual world under the silver moon, dancing in her hands is a wordless heavenly book, and the strokes flow with unspeakable power.

Suddenly, the elegant silhouette seemed to be stained with rage, the figure drew a sharp turn in the air, the fists were clenched like frozen blades, and the sharp eyes were directed to the edge of a hidden space somewhere.