Adams looked at the door and saw a tall man coming with his daughter. He glanced at them and thought the man was the courier who came to help, but felt something was wrong.
She took a closer look and found that the man dressed decently.
"Are these all sent by Lydia?" Adams had already walked over, glanced at the packages in front of them, and finally looked at Tim. "Michelle, who is this?"
Tim looked at him and didn't say anything.
"Dad, he is my... Friend. " Michelle almost said he was her fan. After thinking for a while, she changed it to be a friend and then smiled.
Her hesitation made Adams's eyes change when he looked at the two of them, with a little inexplicable meaning. Then he smiled at Tim, "Friend of Michelle, come in and have a seat."
"My name is Tim Shen." Tim nodded slightly to show his respect and walked in. Looking around, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would enter the Michelle's house as soon as he moved there.
Elaine, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the noise and came out. She saw a strange man at home. He
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braised meatballs?"
"Don't be impolite to the guest." Elaine blamed her.
Adams ate quietly, and from the corner of his eyes, he was paying attention to every move of Tim.
Tim picked up a meatball and put it into Michelle's bowl, continuing to eat quietly. He indeed liked Fried Bacon with Garlic Sprout very much.
Before Tim left, Michelle took out a big box full of snacks and threw them into his arms. There were nuts, dried pork slices, dried fruit, milk candy, chips and so on. All in all, there were a lot of snacks.
She didn't take it well and dropped several bags on the ground.
Michelle bent down to pick them up and put them back into his arms.
At that noon, the sun was very good, not as hot as summer, not as cold as winter. It shone on Michelle's delicate face. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her eyes were shining with thin sunshine, like two sparkling lakes.
It was warm and peaceful.
Tim heard Michelle say in a sweet voice, "I'll share my snacks and happiness with you."
He was holding a pile of snacks, as if holding treasures.
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