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An Ning failed to fill her stomach in the end.

I took out the pot and smelled the aroma, Xiao Ding first said that he wanted to share a chopstick.Seeing this, An Ning might be embarrassed to eat alone, or she didn't have the appetite to eat this small pot of noodles, so she proposed to share it as a side dish.The last serving of noodles was divided among five people. My family does not have so many small bowls. Xiao Ding and the other person still ate from bowls made of tinfoil, which looked a little funny.

"What kind of kimchi was added?" someone asked me.

I explained it in detail again, and said, "I found it in an Asian supermarket when I was in school. It can be said that it is my savior."

An Ning laughed with them, not saying that she asked me to cook.

I quietly asked: "Do you want me to get you something to eat?"

"That's good." She shook her head. "Is there anything else in the kitchen that needs help? Do you want to clean up the dishes first?"

I just kept smiling: "It will be later."

The party ended before dinner, we went out to eat, and then it was over.It could be seen that An Ning had been hesitant, but she didn't find an excuse to go to the door again and left with them.

An Ning might not be able to sleep well tonight.

After returning home, I found the running screen recording program according to the method Liang Heng taught me earlier.Judging from the time spent on the page, she is very clever, picking the important ones to shoot first, and then going back to shoot the secondary parts that I prepared for her at the top.

I opened a file to record in detail what An Ning took.The kitchen is a mess, and if it is left untied, some people will not be happy to see it.

The phone lights up.

I turned on the screen as I walked, and Miss Pender's new message read: "How was your party? I was exhausted today and now I'm lying on the couch like a corpse."

I pause.

The kitchen doesn't seem to be in a hurry to clean up.

"Corpse can't type," I typed. "Is your body okay? Do you want me to come over and relax your muscles?"

The "corpse" on the other side of the chat window is not only able to type, but also very fast: "That's sweet. But I'm fine, thank you. I think after a party, the host should have a lot to clean up?"

I glanced at the kitchen, then at the computer in front of the armchair that haunted me, and it was hard to tell exactly which one Miss Pender was referring to.

Miss Pender: "Please don't tell me you're going to let the kitchen utensils pile up in the sink overnight."

I laughed into my phone, went to the kitchen, and replied, "I'll clean it up. Oh, and one more thing: can you remove the security camera?"

Miss Pender: "It's a good joke."

I was tidying up and thinking, but I couldn't find the right words to express my feelings.Should I just tell her I miss her?Although it's not impossible...

I just don't want to say that.

After washing the pots and pans and clearing away a large bag of garbage, there is no new message from her.I thought Miss Pan De might be busy with other things, so I asked, "When will you come to our company next week?"

I only saw her this week yesterday, and I didn't see Miss Pender at all during the week.

She replied a few minutes later: "I don't think that's going to happen. I'm working on other projects."

Not coming for two weeks in a row?I was a little hesitant to express my concern, but we had an agreement not to talk about work after all, and I didn't want her to think I was asking for something indirectly.

At this time, Miss Pande sent another message: "Next weekend, friends from the dance class are planning to go to Sentosa together, the ones you have seen. Do you want to join us?"

"Two days?"

"Yes."

I did not reply immediately.

We definitely want to go, and we originally had this plan; besides, those friends are obviously very important to Miss Pender, so I naturally attach great importance to them, and hope to spend more time with them.

But Kevin will definitely contact me next week, and the COO has a lot of time to meet him, and the schedule is almost certainly on the weekend.

My hand rests on the screen for a long time before I finally type: "Right now I'm not sure what I'm going to do this weekend. I'll let you know later, okay?"

"Of course." Miss Pan De replied quickly.

I thought she would ask more, but no.

I feel a little bit wrong.

But before I could think about it, her new message came again: "Did you miss me today?"

I just feel my heart beating faster.

I typed: "Yes."

"I miss you too." Miss Pan De said.

My cheeks were stiff, and it took me a long time to come back to my senses, realizing that my muscles ached from laughing unconsciously, like a fool.

Immediately afterwards, the phone vibrated again, it was still Miss Pan De.

I click to open.

"Do you want a video?"

We often have the opportunity to meet up on video.Large online meetings, progress discussions, and small meetings for two due to my special assignment.But when you think about it, it seems like we've never videoed in private.

She was indeed extremely tired. She was lying on the sofa, holding her mobile phone, and smiling at me, looking pitiful and exhausted.

I sat down on the stool. "Why don't you fix your phone somewhere? You'll get tired of holding it up like this."

"You're right," she turned over, and the position of the person and the phone was reversed, "but it will hurt my neck."

I looked at her for a while: "From this angle, you look a little strange."

Miss Pan De frowned slightly: "No dirty words are allowed."

"Which word is obscene?"

She paused: "Your eyes are dirty."

Heaven and earth conscience, I have never been described like this in my life.I immediately retorted: "Now all I can see is a mobile phone screen. What you said is technically impossible."

She squinted: "That's because all you can get now is the screen."

I got off the chair: "I'm going to find you now. I want to prove that my eyes have nothing to do with 'dirty'."

Miss Pender lay down again and laughed.I can almost imagine what she looks like lying on the sofa now.

Miss Pender said, "Come here."

Why does she always act like a successful prank?It was clear that he was doing something bad, but because he couldn't catch her devil's tail, his teeth were itching with anger. Seeing her smiling, he couldn't say a word to criticize her.

I sighed silently.

I'm falling into her hands.

"Why are you sighing like that?" She sat up a little. "I didn't really mean to ask you to come over. Are you in a bad mood?"

"No." I raised my eyebrows, "I just sigh at your naughtiness."

"I'm not naughty." Miss Pender sat up straight with a serious expression, "That's a word used for children, Yao."

I pursed my lips: "Yes, you speak as if it was the first day I learned English."

She seemed a little helpless, she found something to support the phone behind her, and tilted her head slightly: "Okay. I want to ask people who are not naughty, how are you doing today?"

"Disaster," I said, "like a nightmare, ukiyo-e octopus vs Godzilla."

"Why..." She shook her head slightly.

"Ukiyo-e octopus, you know," I thought for a long time how to pronounce "Katsushika Hokusai" in Roman accent, "it's a painter from the Edo period..."

"I know which painting you're talking about." She raised her eyebrows secretively, with a secret smile in her eyes, "I'm asking, why is it like such a nightmare?"

I sat back on the couch and took a breath. "Maybe it's because both are scary?"

Miss Pan De was very calm: "Don't tell me you are Godzilla."

"I don't know." I thought for a while, then mentioned another monster, "Maybe I'm Scylla?"

She looked puzzled. "Why? Well, because you feel jealous?"

"No." I shook my head in confusion, where and where?I said: "Because, look, isn't my opponent an octopus? Then there are many tentacles on Scylla's head..."

She seemed less and less able to follow my train of thought.

I stopped and asked, "Don't you know what that is? Scylla is a monster from the Godzilla series."

"Yeah." Miss Pender looked at me for a few seconds, "Have you ever heard of 'Adversary'?"

The literal translation of that phrase is "between Scylla and Charybdis".Charybdis I know, the vortex - oh.

In The Odyssey.

I spread my hands: "I'm a foreigner, you have to understand."

Miss Pender pointed to herself: "I don't look like a foreigner to you?"

I quibbled: "You have a Ph.D. in liberal arts!"

She lifted her eyelashes.

I sit up straight: "You really know a lot, Sonia. I would say your reminders are helpful. Thank you."

She lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

I saw her smile, but the person concerned still acted calmly when she spoke: "Anyway, Miss Skoura, can you please tell me why you feel like you are fighting with a big octopus?"

I was heckled by her, and I bit my lower lip: "I also find it strange. I just subconsciously said the metaphor just now... Now that I think about it, it's obviously because of your misleading. Yes, it's yours." wrong."

Miss Pender frowned tightly: "Excuse me?"

"I would say that among us, I'm not necessarily the only one who needs to learn more about new things. Monotonous perspectives, conventional views, and areas of knowledge that need to be updated all limit you-Godzilla series is Belonging to the general public, not just limited to children." I said, "And Godzilla can be a kind of guardian of the earth. You can say that it is scary and ... powerful. The octopus is just Fantasy. Mere human fantasy, which can represent a certain desire, but is never reality.”

Miss Pan De confessed: "I can't follow your train of thought at all."

I nodded: "Yes, this is my purpose."

I started laughing.

Little by little her flames gathered.Miss Pande glared at me, but unfortunately through the screen, this "sick cat" threat to me is not taken seriously.

She seemed to grab something from the side and rummaged through it. At the end, she looked at me seriously and said viciously, "You are five years old!"

It is the Mandarin pronunciation of the word.