A Miao couldn't sleep at night and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.
"Sister, I feel like I'm dreaming."
It doesn't seem real.
She had never eaten such good food or slept on such a nice quilt in her life.
Ah Hong, who slept in the same bed with her, turned over and said in a low voice, "Ajie and the others treat us better than Aba and the others."
Recalling the experiences at home, she thought about Jian Yuelan's attitude towards them.
She sighed, "A Miao, work hard for me from now on and don't let me down."
"Um."
A Miao responded and said softly, "I like my sister, my little nephew, and my grandparents."
“They are all good people.”
Very good person.
Who can not like such a person?
"Go to sleep, and then wake up to work."
However, there was no work for them because the sewing machines had not arrived yet.
Therefore, they could only be taken out for a walk by the old ladies to familiarize themselves with the environment. After returning home, they would clean the house on their own initiative, clean up the poop for Daji and the others, help with cooking, etc.
While waiting for the sewing machine to arrive, Jian Yuelan was not idle. Instead, she was busy drawing designs and checking the progress of the store's decoration.
On the morning of the third day after A Miao and her friends arrived, Lin Yuanchao delivered the ten sewing machines she had bought.
“This is a sewing machine.”
A Miao and her friends, who are used to sewing clothes by hand, gathered around the sewing machines, looking at them here and touching them there, their faces full of joy.
They would never have thought that they could use a sewing machine.
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