can you give me the clothes

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They stayed for another two days, and on the afternoon of the 3rd, the two returned to their home.

"That's great, it's better to stay at home, ah ha ha ha, dear chuang, you must miss me very much."

When Mo Mo entered the door, he rushed straight to the room with his arms wide open, and then stopped at the door, "An'an, why don't you complain about me." Mo Mo looked expectantly at Qiao An, who was slumped on the sofa.

"You think so, I'll complain about you." Joan's tone was light, the portable luggage bag was thrown by the sofa by the owner, and it was estimated that he would not be remembered for a while, and the owner of the house was lying on the sofa.

"An'an, what's on your mind, you can talk to my professional Joan's exclusive soul soup counselor." Mo Mo patted his chest and said what Joan seemed to be inexplicable.

"I was wondering what grandma meant by what she said to me." Qiao An paused, "I feel like I've been a little nervous recently, and it's because I think too much that I can't say it well."

"What did grandma say to you, why don't I know?" Mo Mo ran to the sofa and squatted down at some point, just in time to look at Qiao An, although someone didn't intend to look at her.

"Grandma said--" when she was seeing me off

["An'an, you are a good boy, whatever happens is the fault of grandma and your dad."]

["Don't think about your mother anymore, she is doing well, you don't have to worry, don't bother her."]

["Go back and make more friends, don't hold anything in your heart, talk to others more."]

["Grandma is getting old, so I can't refer to your dad's family. You have time to visit grandma."]

"Don't talk about the last one, go and read more, no matter how you think about the previous words, there are deep meanings, no matter how you think about it, it's not that I think too much."

"Then why didn't Ann ask carefully."

Hearing this, Joan turned and stared at Mo Mo, "An'an, don't look at me like that, I'll be scared."

"Whose fault do you think it was that I didn't have time to ask."

Mo Mo clasped the armrests of the sofa with both hands, his head sank, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he looked at Qiao An with a flattering smile of "Hehehe".

Joan turned her head helplessly, "It's impossible to call now to ask grandma what she meant."

"An'an, this is God's will, don't think about it, think about what to have for dinner."

"What do you want to eat?" Joan asked feebly.

"Hmm--" Mo Mo held his chin and thought about it for a long time, "Let's eat glutinous rice balls, the two of us have a happy reunion. I remember there are some in the refrigerator, which is convenient."

Qiao An was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Okay, let's eat glutinous rice balls."

"I want to be with An An for the rest of my life---" Mo Mo ran around in the living room excitedly.

Qiao An sat up and looked at Mo Mo, who was full of energy, and murmured, "I'm always so energetic, I don't know where she got her energy from."

Ignoring Mo Mo who was jumping around, Qiao An slowly moved to the kitchen, took out the quick-frozen glutinous rice balls from the freezer, and simply boiled water and put them in the glutinous rice balls to cook. Quick-frozen products are really convenient, except for quick-frozen dumplings, Qiao An Thinking while stirring the tumbling glutinous rice balls in the pot.

It took less than 10 minutes for two bowls of steaming white glutinous rice balls to come out of the pot. Because he was afraid of being hot, Qiao An found a small tray and brought them out, "Momo, it's time to eat."

"An'an, why are there no fireworks?" Mo Mo lay on the window looking at the dark night illuminated by lights.

Qiao An set the table and chopsticks, "Fireworks are not allowed in the urban area, and today is the third day, and the Lantern Festival is over."

"Hey, is that so?" Mo Mo's tone was full of disappointment.

"Do you want to watch fireworks so much?" Joan scooped up a glutinous rice ball to cool down.

"I want to see it." Mo Mo finally shuffled and sat next to Qiao An, "I want to watch the fireworks with An An."

Joan couldn't help touching her drooping head, it felt good, "I'll take you to watch the fireworks in the New Year."

"Really? It's done." Mo Mo finally cheered up, "From now on, I make a wish that I can wait until the day when I can watch the fireworks with An An."

"What are you talking about, making a wish now is like setting a flag."

Mo Mo smiled, but didn't answer, "Ah--", even though the glutinous rice balls didn't look steamy, there was still quite a lot of heat inside. Even though they were scalded, Qiao An swallowed the glutinous rice balls in his mouth .

"The glutinous rice balls are delicious."

I don't know who made the exclamation.

Chapter 24 This chapter does not have Mo Mo crying

"Good morning, sister Yu, ha--"

Joan yawned and went to the small kitchen to greet the boss first, then squinted his eyes and took out the work clothes from the bottom cabinet.

"Young people don't sleep at night and get up in the morning." A complaint from the boss who took time out of the small kitchen.

"It's always like this on the first day of work after vacation. Besides, sister Yu, you are still young, so don't learn how to speak like the old people."

Joan walked towards the locker room with frivolous steps, hit the wall halfway and screamed that this is all black history, and here I will save the protagonist some face. After finally changing his clothes, Joan's mind cleared up a lot when he sat down.

"I'm so sleepy." Joan turned around and found that the boss was leaning against the door frame and looking at him. "If you're really sleepy, go upstairs in your pajamas. There are usually no customers in the winter morning."

Joan quickly shook his head, "No, I'm awake now, thank you boss for your concern."

"Hey, Joan, I have a question for you."

"what"

"Where have you been for the past three days, why did you take a vacation and come back to the whole person, well, it's not as gloomy as before."

"Boss, did I exaggerate like this before?" Qiao An turned from dumbfounded to dumbfounded, "If you want to talk about what happened... it should be that someone said they like me."

"Put away your pretentious face, causing extreme discomfort to the elderly single dog." The boss actually covered his face with his hands, and his voice was exaggerated, "Your boss, I was caught on a blind date, and I finally escaped back. "

"Blind date!"

Qiao An's shock was not because of the suddenness of this incident, but because Yu Jing was only 25 years old, and it was a bit scary to be forced into a blind date by her family at this age.

"So you have to find a suitable partner for yourself while you are young, at least you choose it yourself." Yu Jing crossed her arms and looked away with a calm face.

My family doesn't have a blind date with me, even if I don't get married for the rest of my life, no one will care about it...Grandma, maybe she wants to have a grandson, but there are also people over there who can't be my turn, ah, thinking too far, "Boss, don't you want to accept a blind date, listen to your words..."

"I won't refuse, as long as my parents want me to do this." Yu Jing had a calm smile on her face that Joan couldn't understand, "Everything I have now is given by my family, and my parents will never It hurt me, not to mention..." Qiao An followed Yu Jing's line of sight and found that she was looking at the corner of the store, "What's more, she is no longer there, so it's not as hard to accept as I imagined, heh-- "She lowered her head and sneered self-deprecatingly, "Little Joan, please work hard, if I find you are lazy, I will deduct your wages."

"Sister Yu..." Qiao An watched the white figure disappear from sight. After all, she still couldn't follow her words to make fun of her, and suddenly began to think about the incomprehensible person at home.

"Work, work." Joan patted his hot face, picked up the small notebook for recording and began to record today's dessert inventory.

In less than an hour, the owner and pastry chef left a sentence - "work hard, girl", stretched his waist upstairs, and Joan was ready to open the shop.