"It's just that I'm a little rusty at latte art. I can make it look better after some practice." She smiled.

After tasting it, the two of them nodded and asked her to try it for a month. If it works, they would do it for a long time.

Jiang Ling smiled happily, and her job was temporarily settled.

No matter what happens in the future, at least this job is what she is good at now. She can make coffee. When she was busy, she always saw Zhou Jing'an taking care of the flowers and plants. Later, she followed him. Life was boring, so she found something to do. Slowly, she understood a little bit. Although the flowers in the flower shop are purchased directly from the flower market, the care and attention should be the same.

The most important thing is that it's close to home! She can walk to work, how great!

Working from nine to five, she has more time to take care of Zhou Xian.

After dinner that night, she saw Zhou Jing'an sent her a message saying that he was done with work. It was already half past nine, so Jiang Ling called him via video. The three of them chatted for a few words when Zhou Xian started yawning non-stop. Jiang Ling first sent him to his room to sleep and then returned to the bedroom.

After both of them finished washing up, Jiang Ling lay down directly on the bed, and Zhou Jing'an did the same. Jiang Ling told him about work. He congratulated her with a smile and told her not to get too tired.

Looking at Jiang Ling lying comfortably on the bed at home on the screen, Zhou Jing'an sighed and said softly, "I miss you so much."

Jiang Ling smiled, "We've only been apart for three days."

"It feels like a long time since I last saw you." Zhou Jing'an said with resentment, "It's been several years since I last saw you."

At this time, he really sighed that mobile phones and the Internet were so good that they allowed him to see Jiang Ling even from a distant place.

She laughed and asked him if he was cold. "There are two down jackets in the suitcase. If you feel cold, take them out and wear them."

Zhou Jingan chuckled, "Okay, it's not cold yet."

Jiang Ling smiled again. Indeed, Zhou Jing'an was quite strong-willed. During the coldest days of the year, he often refused to put on his cloak even in the coldest weather. He would only do so after she glared at him and gave him a lecture. Now that they were in the modern era, the average temperature was higher than in the coldest days of the year. It was normal for him not to feel cold.

"Don't take it lightly. Who knows if the good body you've worked so hard for will still be in good shape when you come here?" she warned.

Zhou Jing'an smiled, his peach blossom eyes gleaming with tenderness as he asked her, "How am I feeling? Ling'er knows best, right?"

Jiang Ling bit her lip and glared at him with her nose wrinkled.

The corners of his mouth turned up, stars appeared in his eyes, and he said stickily: "I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

Jiang Ling couldn't stop smiling and felt like she was in love.

How can they still be so clingy even though they are an old couple?

Although she looked disgusted, she said softly, "Yeah, I miss you too."