For The Rest of Our Life (MTL)

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Since the company's dispatch notice has not been formally communicated, Xiao Wanqing is worried that something will change, so let Zhou Qin not tell Lin Xian first, and wait until she is sure that she will tell Lin Xian.

On Saturday, the Lin Xian debate team organized a spring outing together and did not come back until evening. Xiao Yunqing informed Xiao Ke’s aunt Liu to come to talk at home.

Aunt Liu is about fifty years old. She is plainly dressed, not tall, and has short, shoulder-length hair. Her hair is meticulously combed. Just look at the face, very kind and loyal.

After stepping into Xiao Wanqing's house, Aunt Liu sat down on the sofa of Xiao Wanqing's living room with some restraint under the greeting of Xiao Yuanqing.

Xiao Yuanqing politely picked her up by the water dispenser to entertain her. When she turned sideways, she saw her sitting on the sofa and pulled out a notebook, a ballpoint pen, and a copy of an ID card from a clean canvas bag. Afterwards, she sat very quietly, her eyes very regular, and she did not look around indiscreetly.

Xiao Yunqing looks at the eyes very much, plus the relatives of Xiao Ke, who is a trusted assistant, almost all of a sudden, she has already given this aunt Liu a total score of 60 points.

During the conversation, Aunt Liu didn't talk much, but she was very kind. She said very carefully what Xiao Wanqing said. Occasionally, she also wrote a few strokes in her notebook.

"Envy is a bit picky. She doesn't like eating onions, garlic, leeks, coriander, eggplant, wild rice, pumpkin, clams, and oysters. Auntie, you can cook it occasionally to make her a balanced diet, but you can't cook it often. Although Xianxian doesn’t say she doesn’t like eating, she won’t want to stick in her chopsticks. Even the amount of food will be reduced by more than half.” Lin Xian almost didn’t take the initiative to say that she didn’t like to eat. When she asked what she wanted to eat, she lied to her, "Aunt Xiao, I like what you do." But after getting along for half a year, Xiao Wanqing gradually figured out Lin Xian's real dietary preferences. Which dish did Lin Xian make today and eat more, and which dish did Lin Xian make tomorrow and eat less, Xiao Yunqing secretly remembered it in his heart.

Aunt Liu nodded and took a pen down carefully.

Xiao Yunqing saw that she remembered it before continuing: "Envy especially likes to eat fried yam slices, tomato scrambled eggs, curry potatoes, sweet and sour pork ribs, green pepper fried tofu, boiled pork slices..." An important thing, seriously told: "Yes, aunty, if you stew chicken soup and duck soup, remember not to put your head and feet out in the bowl, envy seeing you will be afraid." She thought of Lin When Xian helped a soup, he panicked and panicked when he scooped a chicken head out of the pressure cooker, and his lips could not help showing a smile.

In turn, her smile gradually turned into a faint lonely. It turned out that unconsciously, she and Lin Xian already had so many beautiful memories...

For the first time, Aunt Liu heard that someone was afraid of this, and she couldn't help laughing. Is a big living person afraid of dead chickens and ducks? Can the meat be eaten but not the head and feet? Hahahaha.

But she wrote it down patiently and nodded.

Xiao Yunqing frowned and carefully pondered in memory, chatting and talking with Aunt Liu for half an hour, and even the brands of snacks and drinks that Lin Xian likes to eat have been told one by one. She also asked Aunt Liu to help supervise Lin Xian's work and rest. Don't let Lin Xian sleep too late or get up too late. Of course, she can't let her get up too early. Lin Xian sleeps lightly. In the morning, she hopes that Aunt Liu's movements can be lighter. Don't wake Lin Xian. With that said, she was not at ease, and she deliberately handed the printed Lin Xian curriculum to Aunt Liu, hoping that Aunt Liu could estimate the cooking time according to the time above, and try to let Lin Xian eat the meal in time. It can also be hot rice just out of the pan.