"When will Po come back?"

Tigress's fingers hovered over the dish without chopsticks.

"Why did you miss Po for more than two months?" Viper's mouth curved, Tigress put a small piece of tofu in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I think so."

"I'm a little bit too," sighed the Mantis, scooping up the soup. "He really nurtured my taste."

The monkey raised his hand. "I'd like him to come back later so that my cookies can eat a little more."

"You just want to eat," said the Crane with a sneer. "It used to be the same when he didn't come."

"It's different."

Tigress turned his chopsticks on his cheek and said quietly, "I don't know what enemies he will encounter there, what dangerous forks he will encounter, his impulsive nature, if I'm not there to stop him…"

Tigress's ears moved. She lifted her eyes and noticed that everyone around her looked at herself in some amazement. She immediately got up, packed up her bowls and chopsticks and left the door.

A few pages of autumn faded, and the early winter snow drifted down. Tigress went down to the Emerald Palace and came to Mr. Ping's restaurant, where the door was still locked.

During these times, Tigress will come here whenever she is free to see if Po is back.

The posters on the wall, the tables and chairs outside, no one had cleaned them for a long time. Tigress reached out and wiped away a little bit of grey. The alternating world of snow left her in a trance and turned around to find that a hat had covered her head.

"Are you hungry? if so，I'll give you a bowl of noodles."

He put down his luggage, bent down, took a key from under the stone and opened the door.

She touched the hat, squinted at his busy figure, and sat at the table.

-End-

— You come to protect the world, I come to protect you.

— And now， you are the world I want to protect.