Unlike other houses, the entrance is not decorated in a fancy way; it is simple and eye-catching.
When Zhang Cui was choosing her name, she asked Zhou Yu to look it up in the dictionary for her. Zhou Yu laughed and said, "Mom, I didn't see you looking it up in the dictionary when you were choosing my name."
The name Zhou Yu sounds like jade, which is quite precious.
Actually, that's not the case. Her jade was made from corn. When she was born, it was the corn harvest season, just like Zhou Sui's ear of rice was made from rice ears.
Although these farmers may not have high levels of education, they can still give nice-sounding names to the crops around them.
"Mom didn't know anything about dictionaries back then." The family only got a dictionary after the children started school.
Zhou Yu flipped through several pages and suggested a few names, but Zhang Cui was not satisfied. "Sui Sui said that the name should be as simple as possible so that others can easily remember it."
“I think the names other people have come up with are nice and easy to remember, such as Yi La Ke, Qian Yi Bai Shun, Yi Shi Jie, and Yi Jia Ren. But since everyone else has chosen those names, I can’t just follow suit.”
Zhang Cui gets a headache as soon as she starts thinking about naming a child, because this is such a stressful thing for her.
Zhou Yu closed the dictionary and said, "Mom, how about we use our names for roll call?"
"Zhang Cui's clothes? That doesn't sound good, does it?"
A line of cold sweat dripped down Zhou Yu's forehead; only her mother could come up with such a name.
"How about calling it Cuiyu Clothing? It has your name on it, and mine too. Anyway, you're selling women's clothing, so you don't need to use Dad's or Big Brother's names."
"Jadeite clothing?" Zhang Cui repeated it to herself several times, the more she said it, the smoother it became.
"My daughter's studies have finally paid off, she's given such a wonderful name. Okay, that's it. Mom will go find someone to make it right away."
With that, Zhang Cui rushed out, while Zhou Yu leisurely put the dictionary away behind her.
He sighed softly, "After studying for more than ten years, this is the only time I've ever heard such a good thing."
Then she turned around and saw two test papers on the table. One was Zhao Xinfeng's perfect score paper, and the other was hers, which was full of crosses and had a score of less than half of Zhao Xinfeng's.
Zhou Yu frowned: Why is math so hard? Why am I so stupid when we all have the same brain?
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