"Originally, I finished my training at the end of November, but Professor Xia asked me to extend it until the end of February next year. Han Ting spoke, pointing to the rice cooker behind Wallen.

Warlene turned around and saw that the meatballs had floated on the water, she poured the mash into the pot, stirred well, then turned off the electricity, and scooped a little soup into a small bowl with a spoon for Han Ting to taste: "Let's see if you want to put sugar?"

Han Ting tasted it and nodded: "Put some more, the taste is too light." ”

"Oh," Warleen counted the time as she put a few grains of rock candy in the pot, "at the end of February, isn't that almost the end of the New Year?"

"Isn't it?" Han Ting begged Volin aggrievedly, "For the New Year, your boyfriend is still on duty, and he is in a foreign land, so it's okay for you to accompany me when the time comes, I'm so miserable for you." ”

Warlene pulled Han Ting aside: "Don't sell miserably to me, when you chased me, Xiucai helped, and now you take care of Xiucai, shouldn't you, or do you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

Han Ting smiled: "You also know this, are you really confused, or are you pretending to be confused?"

"Xiucai doesn't say it, but I have a brain and can think. "Wolene stirred the mash meatballs in the pot.

She scooped up a little more soup and handed it to Han Ting: "Xiucai's refrigerator has so little space, but he has to take care of so many medicinal materials, and besides, except for me, Xiucai never takes the initiative to contact others, I am right under his nose, but he wants to buy a mobile phone, why?"

"It's convenient for me to contact you!" Han Ting lowered his face and muttered, "That's why I stayed to take care of him, I'm telling you this, just to let you put more love on me, don't just care about others, I'm jealous!"

Warlene couldn't cry or laugh: "How jealous, I haven't put my love on you yet, so who is this mash ball for?"

"Of course it's for me," Han Ting became happy again, "Let's eat together!"

Wallen shook her head: "It's better for you to eat it yourself." ”

She doesn't like sweets very much, and this mash meatball has another sugar added to it, and she doesn't want to eat it even more.

"I'm still a little light when I eat it, but you eat it just right. Han Ting scooped up a small half bowl of mash meatballs for Volin to taste.

After eating with Warlene for so long, he was confident that he already knew all about Warlene's tastes.

Warlene tried to taste a small bite, although it was a little too sweet, but it was still acceptable, so she accompanied Han Ting to eat a small bowl.

"During the Chinese New Year, will you accompany me?" Han Ting couldn't forget it.

"Who knows what happened during the Chinese New Year," Warlene herself was not sure, "I'm just a handyman, and I could be sent on a new mission at any time, so I can only talk about it then." ”

"Then, what you just said, Xiucai has to learn to face real life sooner or later, let him start from now on, is it true?" Han Ting hesitated and asked very carefully, afraid that Volin would be angry, and he would be unwilling not to ask.

Wallen chuckled, "That's what I've always done, it's just that you're thinking too much about it. ”

"Really?" Han Ting wasn't sure, he only saw that Warlene cared about Xiucai everywhere.

"Of course it's true," said Warleen, "let's take myself as an analogy, except for my parents, no one thinks that I can live to grow up so big, in fact, my parents don't admit it, and they are also prepared for me to have a case in their hearts, and even plan to raise me for the rest of their lives."

However, I didn't want to be a burden to my parents for the rest of my life, so I worked hard to live and vowed to be self-reliant in the future, even if I was still a sick body for the rest of my life, I would not be a burden to my parents.

"The former Xiucai, just like me when I was a child, couldn't do without the care of adults, but one day, he must be independent, even if he wants to rely on me, I will slowly push him away and live his own life. ”

Han Ting laughed: "Now I'm relieved, you are raising him as a son, you are still mine." ”

Wallen scoffed, "Hey, I want to be beautiful, I'm my own." ”

"Okay, good," Han Tingle said, "You are your own, I am yours, so it's all right?"