Me and My Jumping Shrimp

[The phone call was An Jing's lifelong courage to send a distress signal to Dai Ci. One An Jing took the newly brought materials from her hometown and classified them. This one is Hanamaki, that one is steamed buns, noodle buns and shaved noodles... Dai Ci walked by with wolfberry tea, stared at An Jing who was working hard, put the glass next to one eye, closed the other eye, and suddenly asked: "Hey, Jingjing, how tall are you?" An Jing didn't even think about it: "I don't know, I haven't measured it for a long time, maybe one meter to a few!" Dai Ci was stunned: "... How much?" An Jing: "One meter to a few..." Dai Ci: "..." An Jing sat up suddenly and finally realized something: "Bah, I'm 1.7 Meters or so. I'm 1.7 Meters or so. Oops, Dai Xing, why did you enter the senior group?" Dai Ci took a sip silently and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "What do you know? This thing is comparable to Shenbao tablets..." Two "Hey, what are you doing?" An Jing looked at Dai Ci staring at a piece of paper in a daze, and stretched out his curious head. "It's just garbage. Oh, hurry up and clean it up. Brother will take you to eat something good later." Dai Ci said, crumpling the paper and throwing it away. An Jing looked indifferent: "Why are you so nervous, a love letter? Love letters don't matter, no one is young and frivolous, I am not such a narrow-minded person... Show me..." Dai Ci rolled his eyes: "I believe you are the only one who has ghosts." An Jing tilted her head to one side to express whether she believed it or not. As the new year is approaching, the two decided to do a good job of cleaning this year, and spent a day here and there. An Jing covered her nose, threw the garbage into the trash can, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she rolled her eyes and pulled out the piece of paper from the black garbage bag. Fortunately, she had been careful and put it on top of all the garbage on purpose. Little boy, fight with my sister. An Jing opened it two or three times, and An Jing sighed, it was not for nothing that he had been his deskmate for a year, and at a glance, he knew it was Dai Ci. The handwriting on it is repeated, and some are scratched out in a mess. A few strings of numbers and a sentence can be vaguely seen. "Jing, I heard that the temperature has cooled down where you are, please wear more clothes." "Jing, this is my contact information. If you miss me, just tell me. Why are you so embarrassed?" "I kind of want to see you..." An Jing felt her head felt a little heavy and her nose felt a little numb. Most young love ends in vain. Fortunately, among them, some are brave enough and some are stubborn enough. Tips: The heroine, the translator, loves the pasta of her hometown and is determined to carry forward the traditional culture of her hometown. The male protagonist is a rising star in the entertainment industry, and the two of them grow up together and create a new career. Purpose: Live on your own