In the lazy morning, the pale golden sunlight shines through the window paper, and the black shadow of plum blossoms is printed on the ground.

Ansha hummed and waved the spatula.

Eggs wrap around the rice grains, and the red carrots and sweet corn and rice blend together to make it smell fragrant.

It's a delicious egg fried rice dish.

The lack of ingredients made her try to simplify as much as possible, but it still did not hinder her determination to be better to herself.

Holding the pot, he first poured half a bowl for the little ancestor before it was his turn.

The Siamese cat is very satisfied with her upper path.

One person and one cat enjoying the beautiful morning.

If it weren't for the fact that Anxia's wallet was already fifty left, she would be willing to live such a good life every day.

The deadline given by the curator is tomorrow, and she will start work soon.

"I won't have time to take care of you tomorrow, and if I'm not here, how lonely your cat will be at home."

Anxia looked at the Siamese cat pitifully.

The Siamese cat gave her a look and let her experience it for herself.

Anxia didn't seem to see anything, and carefully followed its fur while it was lazy and not aggressive.

"I know you cats are duplicitous, don't worry, I won't let you have a cat."

Siamese cat, "......" Are you mistaken? I won't be alone in your absence.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Anxia came in with a cardboard box.

She took off her shoes and carefully placed the cardboard box on the couch.

Inside, the milk cat meows.

"Big cat! Come out! I've got you a companion, come and meet your new friends! ”

The Siamese cat yawned and gracefully jumped off Anxia's bed.

Opening the cardboard box, the snow-white milk cat curled up in a corner, her brown pupils helpless and panicked, and she buried her head and looked away under An Xia's gaze.

"Ahhhh

Her heart is about to be budded.

When the cat was held in its arms, it whimpered quietly.

The Siamese cat walked over elegantly, squinted its eyes, raised its paws and patted the back of Anxia's hand.

The kitten was frightened and jumped on the TV in a panic.

Anxia was speechless.

This cat in their family is going to be the emperor.

The next day, the weather was fine.

After Anxia prepared brunch for the Siamese cat, she hurriedly took her coat and went out.

The subway at seven o'clock was so crowded that she struggled to make her way through it.

By the time I arrived at the museum, my clothes were crumpled.

She had just entered the office one second, and the next second the curator floated past her eyes as if he was stepping on a spot.

"The curator has been in a good mood lately, you can be soft, say something nice and you'll be fine."

The colleague said with a vague reminder.

An Xia knew that whether he could stay this time or not depends on the present, and after seeing the curator, he was sincere and promised that he would not do it again next time.

The curator's gaze fell on her as if nothing was there, making the person in front of her stand uneasy.

But I still endured.

"Anxia, you also know the preciousness of cultural relics, for the sake of your sincerity this time, I won't pursue it, next time I know, even if you lose your people, the cultural relics have to be protected for me, you know?"

"Yes, thank you, Curator."

"Well, let's get out."

She felt depressed, and had to admit that what the curator said was right.

The weight of a cultural relic is not at all comparable to her.

Sullenly returned to his position, and his colleague turned around, "Are you okay?" ”

"Hmm."

She said meaningfully, "You're really lucky, you resigned on the same day next door, sometimes it's really important to have a good teacher." ”

An Xia heard the meaning of the words, lowered her eyes and smiled without speaking.

It was she who disgraced the teacher.

"By the way, did the silk book send it for restoration?"

"Probably so." Seeing that An Xia didn't talk to him, Xiao Zhou returned to his position tastelessly.

According to the rules, the broken cultural relics should be sent to the cultural relics garden for restoration.

Anxia is very religious about a cultural relic.

She loves history, and she prefers these artifacts that carry a heavy history.

That night, she came home and pulled out the artifact manual.

The eleven points on page 27 are very clearly written, and there are several kinds of cultural relics restored, which are roughly divided into utensils and calligraphy and paintings.

And the silk book seal stone broken by Anxia is also a utensil.

Each artifact needs to be carefully wiped by the hands of the restorer before it can be seen again.

The hands of the restorers are not only restoring the cultural relics, but also restoring this period of history, so that each cultural relic can be brought to light.

Until then, they had been sleeping in warehouses.

That artifact may not be valuable compared to other artifacts, but Anxia unexpectedly insisted on welcoming this artifact back.

"Every artifact that can be discovered, polished, and exhibited is a coincidence, and they should be remembered forever instead of returning to the warehouse to continue to sleep."

"If the integrity of the silk book can be more than 50%, then there is still a great chance that it can be repaired."

She muttered excitedly, but she didn't notice that the Siamese cat had jumped on the table at some point.

Under the warm yellow light, the snow-white fur was dyed with a faint orange, and the paws rested on the cultural relics manual, imprinted with a not very clear mark.