Teacher Qian's home was decorated warmly and cleanly. In the 20-square-meter living room, there were two bookshelves against the wall, and a black piano was placed next to the bookshelves. It was a typical family of highly educated people.
Xia Baozhu met Professor Deng, her employer. Professor Deng was sitting on a single sofa. She had beautiful curly silver short hair, wore a beige sweater and light blue trousers, and had a slender figure, giving people a clean and elegant feeling.
"Mom, this is the person Teacher Lu helped find to take care of you. What do you think of him?" Teacher Qian came to Professor Deng's side and pointed to Xia Baozhu.
"Where is your home? Did you go to school? Are you married? What do you do?" Professor Deng asked, looking Xia Baozhu up and down, his tone indifferent.
“I live in Wenchang District, I’ve been to school, I’m married, and I can do housework and cook,” Xia Baozhu answered one by one.
Professor Deng was somewhat surprised; the overly beautiful girl's answer was like that of her favorite outstanding student—confident, concise, and powerful.
She has encountered many people who speak unclearly and incoherently, most of whom are not well-educated, lack self-confidence, and dare not look people in the eye when they speak.
Professor Deng's expression softened considerably due to his concise and efficient manner of speaking.
I really can't tell if she's married or not.
"Where are you from? What is your educational background?" Professor Deng continued to ask.
"My hometown is Pozhen Village, Gangou Town, Nanping County. I only attended primary school until the third grade." Xia Baozhu's answer was natural, and she did not feel ashamed of her background or education.
When Teacher Qian heard that she was in the third grade of elementary school, she had the same expression as her mother, unable to believe that this was a rural girl who hadn't even finished elementary school. She gave the impression of a mature and composed student who had just graduated.
They looked at Xia Baozhu's hands; the calluses and cracks on them proved what Xia Baozhu had just said.
It was a pity, they all sighed inwardly.
She could have grown up to be better and more outstanding, but because of her poor family background, she has now been reduced to working as a nanny.
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