Xia Yuanfang:……
Xia Chujian blinked and came to her senses: "...Aunt, I thought...I thought..."
She was so sleepy that she forgot her aunt had returned.
For the past three years, she had been sleeping in the storage room on the first floor, and she would rather keep one eye open, for fear that some bad person would harm her.
Xia Yuanfang fully understood Xia Chujian's conditioned reflex.
She just felt even sadder, and said in a hoarse voice: "Chu Jian, Auntie understands that you have suffered in the past three years..."
If he hadn't suffered a loss before, why would he be ready to draw his gun at any time when he sleeps?
Xia Yuanfang looked at Xia Chujian and became more determined.
Xia Chujian is already seventeen years old, and has a stronger self-protection ability than she expected.
And it's time for her to show her true self.
Only if she stands at a higher position and has more resources and power can she better protect Xia Chujian.
Xia Chujian didn't think too much about it. She casually put the gun back to her waist and pulled out her loose sweater to cover it.
"Aunt, this is actually the habit of bounty hunters. When we're on a mission, it's either you die or I live. It doesn't matter."
Xia Yuanfang nodded: "Now that you're awake, I'll go make you something to eat. What do you want to eat?"
Aunt is back.
My aunt has recovered.
This means that she can eat a lot of delicious food again!
Xia Chujian's mind was spinning with equations, her eyes sparkling. "Auntie, I want to eat that fried dough! It's that long dough you put in a pan and fry it, then take a bite and it's crunchy and your mouth is filled with the aroma of carbohydrates!"
Xia Yuanfang: “…”
What the hell?
"...You mean, fried dough sticks?" Xia Yuanfang thought for a moment, found something from his memory, and asked.
"Yes, yes, yes! It's fried dough sticks! My aunt made it once before, and it was delicious!" Xia Chujian secretly made a victory gesture to herself in her heart. She also wanted to eat the four-happiness meatballs made by her aunt!
But not now.
All she wants now is to eat delicious carbs.
Xia Yuanfang glared at her: "Do you have any flour at home? Where's the cooking oil? Where's the leavening agent?"
"We have both, both. Aunt, we are rich now. We can eat one and throw one away. We can afford it!" Xia Chujian held Xia Yuanfang's arm and walked towards the kitchen.
Xia Yuanfang pushed her away and said, "No need to support me, I can walk by myself."
Xia Chujian looked at Xia Yuanfang's free and easy walking movements. Compared with a few hours ago, he was almost a different person.
"Aunt, how did you recover so quickly? - Is it really that the Bodhisattva in the temple heard my prayers and used his divine power to recover you?" Xia Chujian clasped his hands together and made a pious look.
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