Thanks to the Lunar New Year, Zhou Xinya bought a lot of new clothes. This is the children's favorite holiday of the year, and she wore a different outfit every day from the first day of the Lunar New Year to the seventh.
"You're so vain," Sun Lifang shrugged at her, "Starting tomorrow, you'll learn to do the laundry."
It's true, you don't have to wash or change clothes for her, right?
Of course, it's not that I'm actually asking her to wash. She doesn't have to use the skills, but she should at least know how, right?
Starting with the small items, Zhou Xinya shook her aching wrists, sat on a small stool, spread her legs, and bent over to scrub the towel, scrubbing with utter despair. She sighed as she scrubbed, "Beauty comes at a price. Washing clothes alone is so boring—"
He thought to himself: Why aren't my younger siblings growing up yet? When they grow up, they can help me with some of the burden, right?
But that's not right either. When Zhou Xinya saw an automatic washing and drying machine on TV, she felt even worse off.
When my younger siblings grow up, these high-end washing machines will be more common, right?
As expected, the eldest brother is the one who suffers the most!
Sun Lifang had been observing the activity inside the living room. She spent half an hour washing a towel, wanting to see what the other woman was doing. As soon as she entered, she felt her blood pressure spike.
It was just a towel, but she used the biggest basin she could find, piling up foam to cover the water's surface high.
A girl puffed out her cheeks and blew air into the straw, like a goldfish, blowing more and more air.
She washed her own towel, which not only filled the entire bathroom with foam, but she also took a small cup to make soap and blew bubbles.
"My own daughter, my own daughter." After repeating this to herself a few times, Sun Lifang gently patted her daughter's shoulder and said "Hi."
The little girl's shoulders trembled violently; she dared not turn around.
It seems like there aren't any children in the world who aren't mischievous. Sun Lifang told her to keep playing, and then, "Make sure you get back to normal within half an hour."
I'm angry because my daughter didn't turn out as perfectly as I'd imagined, but as long as she can handle the consequences, it's fine.
"You clean up after yourself, no problem, right?" Sun Lifang smiled slightly, trying her best to be a composed adult. "You can't go out today until you've finished cleaning up."
The movers will be here soon—
At this time every day, Zhou Xinya is like a pigeon released from its cage, following along.
She was so bored during the whole winter break, and now she can go out with her dad for some fresh air, she couldn't be happier.
But I'm just so vain—
Sun Lifang watched as her daughter changed into a gray beaded vest dress, with a white court-style inner layer underneath. Underneath the gray vest dress, she wore a pair of little leather shoes, and her white socks were all neatly arranged, making her look like a little princess.
Where is the diligent laundry girl, the Cinderella-like figure?
Is it really necessary to make such a fuss just because you're moving house?
In that instant, Sun Lifang felt so rough around the edges, not nearly as refined as her daughter—
"Mom, I want to braid four strands and then bring them all together at the bottom."
The little princess stretched out her legs, pouted, and started making demands again, "Use a small rubber band to tie it tighter, so it won't come loose when I run."
Sun Lifang: "......"
For a moment, I felt like a nanny.
What's more, this person's request wasn't over yet. Holding a small mirror, looking left and right, she said, "Mom, do you think it's okay to get my ears pierced in elementary school? I want to get one so I can wear earrings during holidays."
Sun Lifang: "..." Her loosened fist clenched again.
After finally finishing serving her, Zhou Xinya asked Sun Lifang to re-tie a bow at the back of her waist, saying, "This will look better—"
As if afraid her mother would scold her, the little girl added, "Don't worry, I won't neglect my studies while I'm being beautiful. Let them see—"
At this point, the vain woman raised her head and said, "What does it mean to have both beauty and brains?"
Zhou Xinya is very concerned about her image and knows that one's "outfit" is a person's first impression.
Therefore, wherever she appears, she must be so exquisite that no one dares to approach her.
She maintained a good posture, and no one dared to order her around or raise their voice at her.
Sun Lifang could only pinch her daughter's nose and call her a "spoiled brat" when it came to balancing her studies and her looks.
"Let's see who braids your hair and ties your hair with bows in the future."
Mom can't stay with you forever, can she?
Not only is she spoiled, but she's also lazy.
She could easily tie a bow herself, and she could braid it herself with a little practice, but she insisted on having someone else do it for her.
Sun Lifang complained about her daughter, and Sister Miao chimed in, "Lazy women have good lives."
"She knows how to act cute and ask others for what she needs—"
This directly eliminates those cunning men who are "unwilling to put in the effort," leaving only the boys who are willing to make the effort.
“That makes sense.” Sun Lifang smiled as she tied her daughter’s bow, then handed her her pearl handbag, teasingly saying, “Take care, Miss.”
Wearing this outfit makes it look like you're going to a banquet, but it turns out you're just moving house.
Zhou Yunshi chatted with the movers downstairs, and when he came back, he praised his daughter, "Yaya is great. She has tidied up the house very well these past two days, and she has hung all her clothes in the closet by color."
Upon hearing this, Sun Lifang was shocked—
Her?
She would tidy up the bedroom, unpack her luggage, iron each piece, and categorize them by season and color.
Who would believe that?
Could it be that he found a fairy godmother?
Zhou Yunshi had no need to help his daughter deceive people, because it would be obvious when the time came, but—
Looking at her daughter's messy bedroom, and then comparing it to the scene her husband described.
Doesn't it all feel a bit off?
"It's also possible that Miss Zhou saw her new home, and seeing beautiful things changed her," Sister Miao added, trying to salvage the situation for Zhou Xinya. "It's like if you have a designer sweater, you wouldn't wear straw sandals with it, right?"
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