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Volume 17 Chapter 17: The Girl Makes a Wish

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    There was a conversation between the little boy and his mother outside the window. I don't know what they talked about. The little boy said loudly, "I don't want it."

    Xia Youyou turned off the TV and listened carefully. His mother scolded a few words, but the little boy remained silent.

    It's noon again.  she thinks.

    ?Getting up from the sofa, she stretched herself. She lay down for a long time, and her body seemed to have become dull. If her father or mother were around, she would definitely talk about herself.

    After thinking about the floor plan of the house and her location in her mind, she walked towards the kitchen.

    I kicked something hard on my foot, and touched it with my hand, it was a dining table and chair.

    She usually sits at the top of the rectangular dining table, near the kitchen.  The chairs on the side near the aisle are tucked under the table all the year round.  Last night, she suddenly wanted to sit next to her, so she pulled out a chair and forgot to push it back.

    The chair was bought when her parents bought a house, and it was a set with the dining table. She didn't know what material it was made of, but she knew it was a bit heavy. She had to use both hands and be prepared to move the chair.

    Boom.

    The back of the chair hit the edge of the table and it was tucked in.

    Letting go, she entered the kitchen, first put on an apron, and then washed the pots and dishes, as well as her beloved small wooden shovel.

    For meat dishes, eat shredded pork fried with green peppers. The shredded pork is cut by my aunt, and the vegetables are fried shredded potatoes, which are also cut by my aunt.  It's not that she can't cut vegetables, but she has to cut slowly. Usually, she loses patience when cutting halfway through, and there is a high probability of cutting her fingers.

    Therefore, if she was asked to cut it herself, she would rather choose not to eat it.

    The shredded meat fell down and made a sizzling sound with the bottom of the pot. She restrained her divergent thoughts and had to be more serious about cooking, otherwise, once she forgot the time, she would not be able to grasp the heat at all.

    When Mom and Dad taught her to cook, they asked her to set a time with her mobile phone, so that she would not forget the heat, but she was too lazy to do it.

    There is actually no difference between a better heat and a worse heat, it¡¯s just that it¡¯s a little less tasty.

    Stir-fry the meat, then fry the shredded potatoes.  She prefers potato chips to shredded potatoes, but that's too much for her.

    When grandma was around, she would occasionally buy French fries from Wallace at the door for her to eat. The quality control of that store was very poor, and the French fries were bad six or seven times out of ten.  She prefers M's, and the colonel's is also fine. Both of these stores are a bit far away, and ordering takeaways is a bit expensive.

    She hasn't ordered takeaway for a long time, not since her grandma passed away.  Sometimes, lying in bed at night and unable to sleep, she would think wildly. She wondered if some bad guy would pretend to be a delivery person, trick her into opening the door, and then tie her up.

    As for what to do when tied up, maybe it is to practice anatomical techniques, maybe it is used to make dolls, maybe it is cut up to fry and eat, and what is even more perverted is to peel off the skin for storage.

    When it comes to collecting, only beautiful things can be collected. Is her skin considered beautiful?

    What she can be sure of is that she was very cute in elementary school and junior high school, and she could see and distinguish it by herself, and the people around her praised it that way, but after that, she didn't know what she looked like at all.

    In TV dramas, people who experience a serious illness will become ugly, is she the same?

    When grandma blows her hair, she always says that she is as cute as before, but grandma's words are not taken seriously. Grandma often says that the little ghost in the neighbor's house in the country is skinny, obviously the little ghost is already a little fat.

    No, why am I distracted!

    She stopped her mechanically stirring arms and tried hard to remember.

    When did I start frying potatoes?  What seasoning did you miss?

    Feeling the chopsticks beside her, she picked up the potato shreds and tasted it, and was relieved that the taste was just right.

    Serve the dishes, put them on the dining table, and she heats them up in the microwave.  She always makes a rice cooker full of rice, then divides it into meal portions, puts it in a fresh-keeping bag in the refrigerator, and heats it up in the microwave when needed.

    Playing an audio story on her mobile phone, she began to eat alone.

    The story is random, like an online novel, but it starts with the names of foreigners, and the details are numerous and complicated. She was confused and stopped listening, thinking about the past.

    It is one of her pleasures to turn dark memories and past experiences into bright and colorful scenes.

    She thought of last night, when she had sat for a long time in the pulled out chair, listening to TV, while waiting for her damp hair to dry.

    In front of the blind eyes, she has always had long hair, because long hair is troublesome to take care of, and it is too difficult for her who cannot see, so she cut it short and shoulder length.  She prefers long hair.

    When the hair is dry, she will go to the bedroom to sleep, and will not go to bed.She bumped her leg, thinking it was the slipper's fault, and threw the slipper on her right foot to the door.

    She suddenly shivered.

    That's right, she threw the slippers over to the door, and she heard the sound of the slippers hitting the door with her own ears.  However, she was looking for slippers this morning, why did the slippers appear next to the bed?

    Did he hit the door and bounce off the bed?  She mentally simulates the movement of the slipper, which seems possible and impossible.

    If it wasn't for the slippers bouncing off the bed, what's the explanation?

    She thought of a few days ago, that she couldn't find her phone, and called Siri to confirm the location of the phone. When she went to pick up the phone, she felt the wind blowing over her back due to the movement of people.

    what is this?  There was one more person in her family, seeing that she couldn't find her slippers, she put them by the bed?

    That's not a person, but an elf in a fairy tale who secretly does housework for the master's house!

    "Bring me some of M's French fries!" She said as she closed her hands.

    The room was quiet and there was no response.

    She laughed.

    After eating lunch and washing the dishes, she went back to lie down on the sofa.

    The passionate sound of the violin came from the earphones, and she dared not listen to the soothing pure music. In the dark, the soothing music reminded her of a monster approaching quietly.

    In her playlist, there are music that she has listened to and screened over the years, and she hardly listens to new music.

    After the violin, there was the sound of the erhu. She closed her eyes, feeling a little sleepy.

    The sun shone in from the balcony, and a small piece of light climbed onto her arm hanging on the edge of the sofa, warm and itchy.

    I don't know how long she slept, but when she woke up, the warmth on her arms had disappeared.

    She pressed the phone's power button.

    "Five forty-three in the afternoon." The synthetic voice spoke very fast.

    It's almost night already?

    It's time to put away the clothes on the balcony.

    Going to the balcony, she touched her succulent by the way.

    Four pots were succulent, and one pot was broken, so she squeezed two plants into a bigger pot.

    The succulent is still fleshy, and there is no sign of withering. After washing her hands, she opened the window, touched the clothes rail, and collected the clothes one by one.

    After receiving the last hanger, she felt a little light in her hand.  I touched under the hanger, but there was nothing, and the clothes fell downstairs.
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