I think that I, Old Yuan, have lived for thirty-one years, and I have fought hard on the political and legal fronts. Apart from being a bit of a bit of a talker and a bit of gossip, I swear that I have never done anything harmful to the world.
I glanced at a girl next to me who was slurping noodles and watching anime on her phone. I observed three seconds of silence for my innocence and integrity in the past thirty years, and then turned around to continue writing in my diary.
"Lao Yuan! I'm still hungry - what are you writing?" She rushed over from behind and put her hands on my shoulders, stretching out her little paws to grab my diary.
"Keeping accounts," because of the influence of Yi Chen Xiangheng, my ability to tell lies has reached the level of proficiency. I put the notebook into the drawer, gently moved her arm away, stood up and walked to the kitchen: "Still hungry? You are really not afraid of gaining weight."
A certain girl came over with a smile and continued to play candy: "I'm doing this for your own good, do you know?"
I raised my eyebrows and picked up the apron smoothly: "Is it good for me to be poor?"
"You don't understand," she said very seriously: "If I eat it into a ball, those little boys won't pester me all the time, and it will reduce the chance that I can't control myself. Doesn't this also reduce the possibility of you returning to being single again?"
I was too lazy to listen to her reasoning and started cooking the noodles.
"Lao Yuan, what do you think of adding spicy strips to the seafood noodles?"
I heard that creatures like girls always like to think about this and that. They have such a big imagination that they never stop chattering for a moment.
"You like we can try it next time?"
Anyway, it's good to live like this for the rest of your life.