Cat boyfriend is too difficult to serve

In the lazy morning, pale golden sunlight shines in through the window paper, and black shadows like plum blossoms are printed on the ground.

An Xia hummed and waved the spatula.

Eggs are wrapped in rice grains, and the red carrots and sweet corn are integrated with rice, which smells delicious.

This is a delicious egg fried rice.

The lack of ingredients allowed her to simplify as much as possible, but it still didn't hinder her determination to treat herself better.

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

Siamese cat is very happy with her way.

One person and one cat enjoy a beautiful morning.

If it wasn't for An Xia's wallet, which was only fifty, she would have lived such a beautiful 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. If I'm not here, how lonely you are at home with a cat."

An Xia looked at the Siamese cat pitifully.

The Siamese cat gave her a look, let her experience it by herself.

An Xia didn't seem to see anything, taking advantage of its laziness and not being aggressive, she carefully stroked its fur.

"I know that all of you cats are duplicity, don't worry, I won't let you have a cat."

Siamese cat, "..." Did you make a mistake?I'm not alone without you.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, An Xia came in with a cardboard box in her arms.

She took off her shoes and carefully placed the carton on the sofa.

The milk cat inside meowed.

"Big cat! Come out! I found a companion for you, come and meet your new friend!"

The Siamese cat yawned, and gracefully jumped off An Xia's bed on catwalks.

Opening the carton, the snow-white milk cat curled up in a corner, its brown pupils were bewildered and panicked, and looked away under An Xia's gaze.

"Ah ah ah"

Her heart was about to melt.

When the cat was held in his arms, it whimpered softly.

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

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

An Xia was speechless.

This cat in their family is going to be the Supreme Emperor.

The next day, the weather was fine.

After An Xia prepared brunch for the Siamese cat, she hurried out with her coat.

The subway at seven o'clock was extremely crowded, and she struggled to squeeze her way through it.

By the time I got to the museum, my clothes had become crumpled.

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

"The curator is in a good mood recently, you have to be soft and say something nice and you'll be fine."

Colleagues said if there was nothing to mention.

An Xia knew that whether she could stay this time was up to now. After seeing the curator, she was sincere and promised that she would not do it again next time.

The curator's scrutinizing eyes seemed to fall on her, making the person in front of her stand uneasy.

But still endured.

"An Xia, you also know the value of cultural relics. I won't pursue it for the sake of your sincerity this time. Next time I know, even if you lose your person, the cultural relics must be protected by me." Okay, got it?"

"Yes, thank you curator."

"Well, let's go out."

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

The weight of a cultural relic is simply not something she can compare to.

Glumly, he returned to his seat, and his colleague Xiao Zhou turned around, "Are you all right?"

"Ah."

She said meaningfully, "You are really lucky. The next door let you resign on the same day. Sometimes it is really important to have a good teacher."

An Xia heard the meaning behind her words, she lowered her eyes and smiled without saying a word.

It was she who disgraced the teacher.

"By the way, has the silk book been sent for restoration?"

"Probably." Seeing that An Xia didn't answer, Xiao Zhou returned to his seat dully.

According to the rules, the broken cultural relics should be sent to the Cultural Relics Garden for restoration.

An Xia is very devout when dealing with a cultural relic.

She likes history, and she likes these cultural relics with heavy history even more.

That night, when she came home, she dug out the handbook of cultural relics.

No. 20, page seven, eleven o'clock is very clear. There are several kinds of cultural relics to be restored, which are roughly divided into utensils, calligraphy and paintings.

And the silk script seal stone that An Xia smashed can be regarded as utensils.

Every cultural relic needs to be carefully wiped by the restorer's hands before it can be seen again.

The hands of restorers are not only restoring cultural relics, but also restoring this period of history, so that every cultural relic can be seen again.

Before that they have been sleeping in the warehouse.

That cultural relic may not be as valuable compared to other cultural relics, but An Xia unexpectedly and persistently wants to welcome this cultural relic back.

"It is a coincidence that every cultural relic can be discovered, polished, and exhibited. They should be remembered forever instead of returning to the warehouse and continuing to sleep."

"If the integrity of the silk book can be more than 50.00%, then there is still a high chance of it being repaired."

She murmured excitedly, but she didn't notice that the Siamese cat jumped onto the table at some point.

Under the warm yellow light, the snow-white fur was dyed a slight orange, and the paw rested on the cultural relic manual, with an unclear imprint.