Mu Yun: Guan Nian, if I really die, you must forget me. I will bless you in heaven.
Guan Nian: Okay, I promise you.
Mu Yun (wiping away tears): Why did you just agree like that? I already knew you didn't want me.
Guan Nian (detaining the person): Be good, have you done enough acting? Drink the porridge. I just let it sit for a while, and now it's just the right temperature to eat.
Mu Yun: No spicy crayfish?
Watching the New Year: No
So, what about the spicy chicken?
No, you can't eat spicy food.
You don't love me anymore! ! !
Be good, after you finish the porridge, I'll buy you pudding.
OK, it's settled
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