Chapter 325: Have the clothes been returned?

Zhu Wanru has always taught her daughter to speak elegantly and not to panic when encountering things. Now, hearing her daughter swearing so vulgarly, her face unconsciously turned cold. She looked at Mo Zhenzhen with a reproachful look:

"Zhenzhen..."

Hearing her mother's displeasure and reproach, Mo Zhenzhen did not restrain herself as usual. At this moment, she was already overwhelmed by anger and shouted:

"I was not wrong. A rubbish like her actually got into the art troupe! And she joined outsiders to laugh at me. Ah... It really pissed me off!"

"What? She got into the art troupe?" Zhu Wanru grasped the point at once, with surprise on her face. She didn't care about blaming her daughter for being elegant or not, and immediately asked.

"Isn't it!" Mo Zhenzhen was getting angry when she thought about her failure to be selected and the bumpkin in her eyes joining the art troupe:

"She even changed her name to Mo Ya. Bah, she really thought that after working in the army for a few years, she would become noble and elegant. Haha, someone like her is only worthy of going back to the countryside and marrying a good-for-nothing peasant!" Zhu Wanru was

a little surprised when she heard what Mo Zhenzhen said. She didn't expect that her stepdaughter, who usually accepted everything and looked like a very good-for-nothing, would change her name and join the art troupe without showing off.

Not hearing her mother's reply, Mo Zhenzhen became even more anxious. She was not convinced and jealous. She looked at Zhu Wanru and continued to yell:

"Mom, why didn't you go to the art troupe to make arrangements? They even accepted someone like Mo Daya, why not me?"

"How good are your own piano playing skills? Don't you have any idea in your mind?" Although Zhu Wanru's emotions were not up and down, her expression was not very good.

The reason why she didn't go to the art troupe to help Mo Zhenzhen was because she knew her daughter too well. It's not that Mo Zhenzhen didn't have musical talent, but she was too lazy and too arrogant, and didn't learn the piano well.

The art troupe has to go on stage to be judged by everyone. If she is not well-trained and insists on going on stage, she will only make others laugh.

In Zhu Wanru's opinion, it is more appropriate for her daughter to go to the logistics department than to perform on stage. She looked at Mo Zhenzhen with reproach:

"If you had studied piano as hard as Xiaoxiao, would you have ended up being pointed at and humiliated by others now?"

"I..." Mo Zhenzhen habitually wanted to defend herself, but she couldn't find a reasonable reason. She could only stand aside unconvinced and continued to be angry.

Knowing that it was useless to say all this now, Zhu Wanru stopped blaming her daughter and asked,

"You just said that Xia Qingxi and the others spoke for Mo Daya?"

"Yes, and there was also Xia Guyu from North City. The three of them were as close as sisters. They also did makeup and dress-up for Mo Daya. Mo Daya is so arrogant now and opposes me everywhere."

No wonder her stupid stepdaughter suddenly became so opinionated. It seemed that Xia Qingxi was the one who instigated her. Zhu Wanru frowned and suddenly changed her mind. She looked at Mo Zhenzhen and said,

"Practice the piano well in the future, and don't let people laugh at you when you go on stage." The reason

why Zhu Wanru changed her mind and decided to use her connections to get her daughter into the art troupe was because she just heard Mo Zhenzhen say that Mo Daya had joined the art troupe.

How could her daughter be outdone by the daughter of that rural woman!

"Mom, do you mean I can still join the art troupe?" Mo Zhenzhen's eyes lit up, with an undisguised look of joy on her face.

"You can join, but if you don't play the piano well, you'll be embarrassed on stage." Zhu Wanru picked up the teacup again, blew it to her lips, and took a small sip.

"I'll go practice the piano now." Mo Zhenzhen was overjoyed, and turned around and went back to her room to look for the piano that she had left there for a long time. As long as her mother said to let her in, she would definitely be allowed in .

*

Xia Guyu and Mo Ya finished their coffee in Xia Qingxi's courtyard. Seeing that it was getting late, they were ready to say goodbye and go back. However, Xia Qingxi kept the two of them for lunch, as she happened to have bought some vegetables at home yesterday.

Originally, Xia Qingxi was going to cook, but Mo Ya volunteered to go to the kitchen. She cooked quickly and well, and soon she had prepared three dishes and a soup.

Looking at the brightly colored bitter melon fried eggs, braised eggplant, and Gongbao chicken on the table... Xia Guyu's mouth was almost watering, and he kept praising:

"Moya, you are really amazing, these dishes look delicious."

Moya handed her the chopsticks and smiled shyly:

"What's amazing about them? These are home-cooked dishes. Anyone can cook them."

"I can't cook them." Xia Guyu laughed and continued:

"Haha, I can only eat them."

After Xia Qingliu and Moya sat down, Xia Guyu couldn't wait to use his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, put it in his mouth, and said in surprise after a moment:

"It's delicious! Moya, it would be great if we could live together in the future. Then I could eat such delicious meals every day. Haha, why don't we move to your old house together?"

"It's not close to the Propaganda Department here. Are you sure you can get up in the morning?" Xia Qingli looked at Xia Guyu with a half-smile on his face, obviously not trusting Xia Guyu.

"Hehe... I'm really not sure." Xia Guyu answered very honestly.

Hahaha...

Xia Qingli and Moya beside him both laughed.

Halfway through the meal, Xia Guyu suddenly asked Xia Qingxing:

"Qingxing, after you finished drawing the blackboard newspaper for the school, you came to report to our Propaganda Department, right?"

"Yeah." Xia Qingxing nodded, and then said:

"It will be soon. It will be done by next Tuesday at the latest."

"This blackboard newspaper is going to participate in the city's selection." Xia Guyu seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"If it wins a prize, your name will be signed, right?"

"As long as we win the prize, it will be an honor for the entire institution. Does it matter whether Qingxing's name is signed or not?" Mo Ya, who was standing aside, asked puzzledly after hearing what the two said.

"Of course it is related. This is an award from the city. If you win it, it will also be a personal honor for Qingxing. It can be written on your resume, and it can also help you to improve your reputation when you come to the Propaganda Department." Xia Guyu said, looking at Mo Ya, and patiently continued to explain:

"It's like when you join an art troupe and go to other places to sing and perform. If you win an award, it is both an honor for the troupe and your personal honor. With these honors, you may become a singer in the future."

"Oh, I see." Mo Ya suddenly realized, and quickly looked at Xia Qingxing:

"Then it must be signed with Qingxi's name."

Xia Qingxi smiled, knowing that these honors were just "empty names", but they would indeed be helpful for future development. She looked at the two and said,

"When I went to draw the blackboard newspaper, I informed the principal that I would sign it."

"That's good." Xia Guyu nodded and said, suddenly looking at Xia Qingxi and asked,

"Oh, by the way, did you return the clothes I borrowed from Su Xiangnan last time?"