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Zhang Zian was almost labeled by the descendants of the Zhang family (if there were any) as "the late emperor collapsed halfway through his career." It also made him understand more deeply that some words could not be said, and some cats could not be provoked.
Richard and Snowy Lionet asked why they hadn't appeared yet every five minutes. Fina was paranoid about every comment, as if she was suffering from paranoia. Xinghai, Old Time Tea, and Famous listened carefully, but when they encountered some nouns that they didn't understand, they would ask. Zhang Zian had to stop and explain to them, which caused the originally coherent story to become fragmented. It was exhausting!
When it was almost noon, a young man and a young woman pushed the door open with foam incubators. They were Ting Ting and Zhuang, who were volunteering at the snack bar.
"Why are you guys here? I was just about to go get them myself. "Zhang Zian turned off his phone screen and walked over to them, taking the foam incubators from their hands.
Normally, Zhuang and Ting Ting only needed to work one hour each in the morning and one hour in the evening, and they were only responsible for taking care of the cats. They didn't need to interfere with the daily operations of the snack bar.
"We saw that the old couple was too busy, so we decided to help them. We didn't have anything to do anyway," Ting Ting and Zhuang looked at each other and answered.
They had never actually raised a cat before. They had always been at the stage where they liked cats on forums and Weibo. This time, they were personally involved in the process of raising a cat, and they were taking care of seven cats at once. They truly understood that raising a cat was not an easy task. Every cat had a different personality. Some were naughty, some were quiet, some were affectionate, and some were lonely. They all had different attitudes towards strangers.
On the first day of volunteering at the snack bar, they even made a joke out of themselves. They saw eight food bowls and eight litter boxes in the storage room, which was used as a temporary shelter for the cats. They felt that it was a waste, so they smartly took one each and put it away. They even secretly mocked the Li couple for being senile and not knowing how to count. As a result, the seven cats got into an argument, pushing each other and fighting over the food bowls and litter boxes.
After being educated by the Li couple, they learned that when raising multiple cats, the number of food bowls and litter boxes had to be one more than the number of cats. Otherwise, there would be a fight. It wasn't that the old couple didn't know how to count, it was that the cats didn't know how to count. From then on, they no longer dared to make decisions on their own. They humbly learned how to raise cats, and they spent far more time volunteering at the snack bar than they were supposed to. They also volunteered to help with other things.
Every day, the Li couple would privately report to Zhang Zian and Sun Xiaomeng about Zhuang and Ting Ting's performance that day. Zhang Zian knew that they were working hard, but he still reminded them, "We said we would do it for a month, so we have to do it. Even during the New Year."
"Don't worry, we don't have much to do during the New Year. Unless there's a natural or man-made disaster, we will report every day," they answered confidently.
"Oh? Is that really okay? "Zhang Zian asked on purpose." It's Valentine's Day soon after the New Year, right? Don't you have plans for Valentine's Day? "
Zhuang and Ting Ting looked at each other and held hands sweetly. "We've already met our parents, so we can just celebrate Valentine's Day. It won't take up our volunteer time."
What a sudden display of dog food.
Zhang Zian was in tears. He didn't expect to be forced to eat dog food during the New Year. What an unnecessary question!
After the two left with the empty insulated box, Zhang Zian prepared food for the elfins. It was time for lunch.
Since Wang Qian, Li Kun, and Lu Yi Yun weren't there, he didn't order takeout. Since it was almost the New Year, he wanted to change his diet. Even if Uncle Li's takeout was cheap and good, he was tired of eating it all the time. According to different customs, dumplings were eaten on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. He was too lazy to make dumplings himself, so he bought a few bags of frozen dumplings from the supermarket and threw them in the fridge. He would cook one when he felt like it.
He hadn't cooked for himself in a long time, so he planned to eat dumplings for lunch.
Eating the frozen dumplings couldn't be any easier. Just boil the dumplings with water, and then they could be taken out of the pot. Then, add some vinegar and minced garlic to the dumplings.
In the kitchen on the second floor, he put the frozen dumplings into the pot and prepared an empty plate for the dumplings that had just come out of the pot. He took out a bowl and chopsticks that he hadn't used in a long time and set them aside. He started chopping garlic on the chopping board.
After chopping two heads of garlic, he put the garlic in a bowl, poured some vinegar, and dripped two drops of sesame oil. He stirred it well, and it smelled good. It was appetizing.
He put his chopsticks on the edge of the bowl and waited patiently for the dumplings to cook.
Waiting was boring, but the stove was on, and he couldn't leave the kitchen to do anything else. He might forget about it.
He leaned against the counter and looked around the kitchen in boredom. When his gaze swept over the bowls and chopsticks, his heart seemed to be touched and a thought flashed through his mind. However, when he moved his gaze back to the bowls and chopsticks and tried to relive that strange feeling, he could not think of anything.
He frowned and stared at the bowl and chopsticks, thinking carefully.
The bowl was an ordinary bowl with a white body and a greenish-gray background. Due to long-term rubbing and use, the glaze on the outside was slightly worn. Although the bowl hadn't been used for a long time, it had been used before. It had just been washed, so there was no unhygienic problem.
The same was true for the chopsticks. They were a pair of ordinary bamboo chopsticks. When he bought them, they were light yellow, but now they were slightly brown. They were very comfortable to use.
Zhang Zian had used the bowl and chopsticks countless times. It was reasonable to say that there shouldn't be any strange feelings. So what was that feeling in his heart just now? It was as if he vaguely grasped the answer to a problem.
The water in the pot was almost boiling. Wisps of steam rose from the pot, and the white dumplings floated up and down in the water.
Zhang Zian grabbed the tail of the inspiration like he was grabbing a life-saving straw. He knew that he had to think of it before the pot boiled. Otherwise, if he turned off the fire and scooped the dumplings, his train of thought would be completely interrupted. But if he didn't turn off the fire, the water in the pot would overflow, and the natural gas might be extinguished.
The straight pair of chopsticks was tightly put together, placed neatly on the round mouth of the bowl, as if it was challenging him.
Gurgle! Gurgle!
The water in the pot was already boiling. White foam quickly accumulated on the surface of the water. The pot lid was constantly shaking, and the water was about to overflow.
Zhang Zian finally figured it out at the last moment. He rushed over mechanically and turned off the fire. His mind was clinging to the answer, for fear that he would forget it again.
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