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Chapter 234

Lin Xiaoxian doesn't know if it's the reason why his aunt has stayed abroad for a long time. She is actually very interested in pleasant goat, something that domestic children are tired of.

She doesn't like the absorbable jelly in the supermarket. She only buys the one in the shape of pleasant goat and grey wolf.

Lin Xiaoxian holds the shopping cart in one hand and inserts the pocket in the other:

"Aunt, don't you find that there are children around you? Or the one in grade one or two. "

"When children pursue maturity, adults yearn for innocence."

Lin Xiaoxian was stunned for a moment. He thought what his aunt said seemed reasonable.

The little aunt also felt that what she said was very reasonable. She continued to put jelly in the bag around the goods box with the children. It won't be long before she will gather up the sheep village.

Lin Xiaoxian was chosen by her, looked around the neighborhood at other bulk snacks, and then came back to find that Mu Changqing wanted to gather together the Qingqing grassland.

I really underestimated the strength of this product. It won't work like this. Who eats jelly for the new year.

Lin Xiaoxian stopped her and forced her reluctantly to pick out Jiaotai wolf, Baobao adult and boiling sheep.

Give it to the salesperson and weigh it. Five pounds.

Still more.

So he picked out several beautiful sheep, and the little aunt stared at him discontentedly:

"You can't throw this. This is me."

"No, this is you."

Lin Xiaoxian picked up a lazy sheep and threw some pleasant sheep out.

"You can't throw this either. This is you."

"No, this is me."

Lin Xiaoxian picked up a gray wolf and came in. He picked up another red wolf.

This time it was my aunt's turn to do it. She snorted uncomfortably and threw the red wolf out.

“？ The red wolf is very good. Did it annoy you? "

"She looks like that Xia or something." The little aunt said dryly without expression.

"Red wolf is a wolf, summer and autumn are people. It's too far away."

"You remember her name..."

Mu Changqing's nasal voice was soft and sour. He looked at the ground dejectedly, raised his toes, clubbed his heels and wound his ankles.

Lin Xiaoxian smiled bitterly and took the vinegar jar, so he had to drive the red wolf out.

"Is that ok? "Children?"

"Well... Xiaoxian, you are a good nephew."

Mu Changqing nodded, praised Lin Xiaoxian, and then continued to choose other things.

Now, there are more and more patterns to eat during the Chinese new year, but I always feel that the taste is not so good. In the final analysis, the taste of the Chinese New Year is getting weaker and weaker.

I still remember when I was a child, I only needed a plate of melon seeds and fried peanuts to have a happy New Year's Eve with a really good-looking Spring Festival Gala.

The next day, when I went shopping with adults everywhere, I took out one or two big white rabbits or gold coins and chocolate from my pocket from time to time, and I would feel particularly delicious.

Now, although the classic Alps, crow, gold coin and ingot chocolate are still alive, there are more and more advanced new snacks. After more choices, the once classic tastes less amazing.

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Give the snacks to my aunt. Lin Xiaoxian still goes to buy firewood, rice, oil and salt, and buy some new chopsticks and rags.

Most of the shelves near these things are women. Lin Xiaoxian is mixed in them. Although he doesn't feel against it, the people around him often look at it.

Especially when they didn't notice at first glance, they glanced at Lin Xiaoxian several times and found that Lin Xiaoxian was a handsome man.

Look at his slightly frowned expression. He has carefully selected chopsticks for a long time. It turns out that he is still a family type.

The lethality of home-based handsome men to most housewives is self-evident.

In fact, many people buy chopsticks during the Chinese new year, because there will be guests at home.

Lin Xiaoxian carefully looked through various brands in front of the shelf and gave up many kinds with a flat mouth. A woman beside him couldn't help but speak:

"Hello, that... I want to ask what's particular about choosing chopsticks?"

Lin Xiaoxian was obviously stiff. He didn't expect someone to ask him this question.

"Ha ha, I'm sorry. I see you haven't been satisfied for a long time. I don't know much about this..."

"Oh, no, I can't make do with it. I usually like to pay attention to some details."

Speaking of this, another young woman with a child also came together:

"Can you elaborate?"

"Well... For example, if you don't choose the square, the square chopsticks touch your hand."

"What about the chamfered one?"

"It's better, but it's like a baby with tender skin. It's still uncomfortable after using it for a long time or holding some laborious things."

Originally insignificant details were immediately recognized by the children with the young woman:

"Yes, yes! Mom, let's buy round! "

"Shut up and listen to Uncle... Brother finish."

The young woman is not sure about Lin Xiaoxian's age. He has a circle of shallow stubble today, like actor Zhang Zhen, but his face is fresh and tender. There is no trace of years. It's not a bad thing to call him younger.

"Hello, brother."

"Hello, children."

"Do you make chopsticks at home?"

"You have a lot of imagination."

A polite child is different from a bear child. Lin Xiaoxian smiled at him and continued to say to the young woman:

"... in addition, I don't recommend buying those engraved with complex patterns, especially dark patterns, which also affect the hand feel. It's easy to hide dirty things."

"So I like the one that simply carves two bars. It's enough to prevent skidding."

"Naturally colored wooden chopsticks are of course the best. Those painted with color paint are not recommended. Bamboo chopsticks are the most environmentally friendly, but they should be bought well, otherwise they are easy to deform."

"And for this brand, it's best not to choose miscellaneous brands, because there are many materials used for miscellaneous brands, which are of inferior quality."

......

Lin Xiaoxian said more and more vigorously. The people around him really didn't expect him to say so many things about choosing chopsticks. They all gathered around, and then from chopsticks to rags, and then to pots and pans, as if it were an exchange conference.

Handsome Lin was not the original straight man of steel. He was trained by girls to have a sweet mouth. He inadvertently said something good, which made these married women unable to close their mouths.

Two of them spoke boldly and started directly. They used laughter as a cover and gently pulled Lin Xiaoxian's clothes from time to time. They wanted to climb out of the love grave immediately.

Lin Xiaoxian also gradually felt the excessive enthusiasm of these women. He felt a little uncomfortable. When he was about to retreat, he suddenly felt a little numb behind him.

He looked back slowly, so he saw Mu Changqing pushing the shopping cart to stop at the channel at the end of the shelf, slowly loosening his hands holding the handlebar and slowly pinching it. His small cherry lips were slightly pursed, silent, and his eyes looked at him.

"Little aunt."

Lin Xiaoxian's heart tightened, secretly scolded the carelessness, and the way of these young women.

As soon as he shouted, Mu Changqing said goodbye and silently pushed the shopping cart away.

Walking slowly, Lin Xiaoxian caught up:

"Aunt, listen to me."

Mu Changqing stopped, raised his head and blinked:

"Well, explain."

So Lin Xiaoxian explained. Mu Changqing was silent for a moment, and then gave him a white look:

"Well, I see."

"Ah? That's good? " Lin Xiaoxian was a little surprised.

"Yes."

"So simple? Why? "

"Because they are all crooked melons and split dates. They are not even as good-looking as Xia. They don't deserve too much attention."

I see. Lin Xiaoxian was a little silly and respected Mu Changqing:

"Little aunt is a little aunt in the end. She is a mature adult. She is so rational even to be jealous."

"Nonsense, hum ~"

Mu Changqing proudly raised his chin, put his left hand on his nephew's right hand and pushed him up together.