"Aren't you afraid that they'll find you a very tiring job, like killing pigs in a slaughterhouse? Or working as a female worker in a textile factory?" Seeing that she didn't look worried at all, Jian Shu couldn't help but want to scare her.

A little brat who is only fifteen years old, acting like an adult all day long, it really makes people want to tear apart the calm expression on her face.

Zhao Yueling, who was eating, couldn't help but twitched her lips, sighed and said, "Sister Shu, these are my real parents!"

Oh, why does it feel like Sister Shu is becoming more and more childish? She always likes to tease her and her brother.

"Besides, why would they hire me to work at the slaughterhouse and textile factory? To be a drag on their team?"

Not to mention the slaughterhouse, with her physique, she would probably collapse from exhaustion in just one day. Working in a textile factory isn't that easy either, okay?

In order to improve speed and quality and prevent wire breaks, the temperature and humidity in the workshop are clearly regulated. Coupled with the huge noise, not everyone can do it.

You know, female workers in textile factories are one of the few jobs where they are paid according to their work and piecework rate, and their wages are much higher than those of other workers.

While the monthly salary of front-line workers in machinery factories and other factories is 30 to 40 yuan, they can generally earn 50 to 60 yuan, and some with better skills can earn 70 to 80 yuan.

A true high-income earner, one person's income is even equal to the combined income of other couples. Although it is also a huge burden on the body.

Of course, even so, there are still many people who want to go in. After all, money is the most important thing. As long as they can make money, they will completely ignore the physical discomfort.

I can tolerate any disease except poverty.

So, it’s not that easy to get in.

Jian Shu pouted slightly, mumbling, "Humph, this is really boring. You won't even cooperate with me."

"Oh, okay, you are my dearest sister Shushu, so I will satisfy you." Zhao Yueling sighed like an adult, with a helpless and doting look on her face, which made people laugh.

She put down her chopsticks, then hugged Meng Ying's arm, wailing, "Mom, I don't want to go to the textile factory or the slaughterhouse. If I really go, your smart, beautiful and lovely daughter will be exhausted to death, and you will lose a smart, beautiful and lovely daughter. Please don't let me go, okay? Don't you like me anymore? Don't you want me anymore?"

This performance left everyone at the table stunned.

Jianshu's mouth has grown so big it could fit a duck egg. With the speed at which she can change her face, it's a shame she doesn't want to act. Shouldn't she suggest that Aunt Meng send her to the art troupe? We can't let this talent go to waste!

Meng Ying's hands, which were drinking from the cups, couldn't help but tremble violently, spilling the water all over the floor. Was this still her quiet and well-behaved daughter? Who was this naughty and shrewd person?

Zhao Tianrui was also completely frightened by his sister's changed expression. He felt that his sister now was even more terrifying than the sister who was angry and ignored him just now.

In the end, it was Meng Ying, who had lived for decades and experienced many ups and downs, who was the first to react.

She hugged Zhao Yueling tightly and cried out with a whine, "My baby, I love you the most. How can I bear to let you work yourself to death? How can I live if you die of exhaustion? Don't worry, I will make it easy for you with me here. My daughter will definitely be the smartest, most beautiful and lovely girl. If your father doesn't find you a good job, I will never let her go."

Meng Ying not only followed Zhao Yueling's acting, but also learned to express herself freely, becoming more and more excited as she spoke.

Someone who was innocently involved said: I haven't even gone home, what have I done to anyone?

Jianshu's mouth opened even wider, her shock growing even greater. Who was this shrew? Where was her elegant and beautiful Aunt Meng? Why had she become someone else?

Monster, give me back my aunt!

Zhao Tianrui was so frightened that he climbed down from the chair, hid behind Jian Shu, and looked vigilantly at the mother and daughter opposite him.

"Sister Shushu, mom and sister are bad." These are not his mom and sister. His mom and sister are not like this.

On the contrary, Zhao Yueling was the most stable, or rather, she looked very stable.

After all, she was the one who choreographed this play in the first place, so she quickly hugged Meng Ying back and pretended to cry, "Mom!"

"baby!"

The two of them immediately coordinated with each other and gave a heartfelt performance, which looked like a drama of life and death. If someone who didn't know what happened before saw it, he would probably wipe away his tears and say: How pitiful!

For a moment, the entire restaurant was completely silent from the sounds of dishes and chopsticks colliding, leaving only the sounds of "Mom!" and "Baby!"

Jianshu and Zhao Tianrui felt dizzy and their heads pounded after listening to it.

Seeing that the two were stunned by their performance, Meng Ying and Zhao Yueling looked at each other. Their two daughters let go of each other at the same time, sat up straight, and their expressions returned to normal.

The change happened extremely quickly. In just two seconds, everything returned to its original state.

When Jianshu came to her senses, she couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her memory.

Didn't she say, "You two, mother and daughter, have changed so quickly? Did you learn Sichuan Opera face-changing?"

At this moment, she finally understood where Zhao Yueling's unique skill of changing her face came from. Feelings are all hereditary!

Wow, you are such good actors. I won’t watch next year’s Oscars if you are not there.

Also, ennnn, Aunt Meng, are you sure you didn't choose the wrong job back then? With your acting skills, being in the Women's Federation is really a waste of your talent.

Jian Shu complained countless times in his mind, but he couldn't help asking, "Aunt, have you ever been to Sichuan Province before?"

Meng Ying, who had just finished a performance and was in high spirits, was gnawing on some pork ribs. After hearing her question, he didn't understand why she suddenly asked such an unrelated question.

But he nodded and replied, "Yes, I stayed there for a few months with the army."

"No wonder..." Jian Shu muttered to himself, as if confirming a guess.

"What's the matter?" Meng Ying asked doubtfully.

Why is Shushu suddenly acting weird?