Pick up a monster and carry it home

Chapter 1 "Leftover" Traveling After the War

There is a saying: Marriage is not buying vegetables, if the food is not good, it will be over after a makeshift meal. Marriage is a lifetime event. If the husband is not good, then the whole life will be ruined.

Ever since she knew this sentence, Shen Yao marked it up, pasted it on the wall, and offered three sticks of incense a day, this is the truth!

As a leftover woman, what I need most is this kind of comfort. I have just walked less than one-third of the long blind date journey, it doesn't matter, we still have time.

The big deal is that we "remain" to fight to the end.

You can't always think about marrying a husband who is not good at cooking in order to marry yourself out. Don't tell your sister not to choose, will you succeed if you don't choose?

One meal is enough, but can you make do with a thousand meals?
Of course it won't work.

With this kind of mentality of preferring lack to excess, Shen Yao travels back and forth every Saturday on various blind date occasions, meeting all kinds of men.

No, it was Saturday again, and there was a blind date at two o'clock in the afternoon. It was said that the man was a returnee, had a car and a house, and had no marriage history. He was a rare little diamond.

So Shen Yao walked into a certain high-end coffee shop with full confidence. As soon as she stepped through the door, she saw her sister and waved to her.

After the two sides introduced each other, Shen Yao began to look at the man opposite. He was thirty years younger, and he was considered a good-looking talent, but his face was a little sultry, which made people feel uncomfortable.

After talking for a few words, the fire in Shen Yao's heart began to rise in a straight line, until the unconscious man mentioned her taboo - leftover women.

The man said this: Leftover women are not sad, but the sad thing is that you know that you are leftover, but you still say you are young.

Shen Yao's big universe exploded, picked up the fruit plate on the table, and covered the man who was chattering non-stop.

Picking up his small bag, stepping on half-inch high heels, he left angrily, left the coffee shop and walked straight home.

Passing by a neighborhood that I had to pass through on my way home, I suddenly saw a lot of miscellaneous things thrown on the ground.
Tsk tsk... Whose house is this? It's so extravagant and wasteful, and all the good things are thrown on the side of the road.

Shen Yao came to a conclusion: this family must be going crazy.

(End of this chapter)