"Li Lin!"
"Why should I call you?"
"I'm hungry."
"Go downstairs and eat rice noodles by yourself. I have a few brothers here, drinking."
"... Hmm?"
Mr. Li on the other end of the phone was frightened.
"No more drinking, no more drinking, I'm going home to be with my wife."
The mutton rice noodles were still steaming with white mist. Mr. Li held the bowl and hurried home, thinking not to let it get cold.
And that door has been open for a long time.
Mr. Li held the bowl in his hand, with clear and warm eyes and a slight smile on his lips. He said, "Wang You, am I back?"
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