After dinner, in the west room, Mother sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), with many pieces of floral fabric and a flower basket in front of her, containing hair clippers, needles and thread, and so on. Father sat on the edge of the kang washing his stinky feet. After washing them, he changed the water and continued washing his stinky socks, first washing Mother's socks and then his.
My father and mother have such a good relationship. Many men in the village make their women do all sorts of chores, these grown men just lie there enjoying themselves, exploiting their women like oxen. But my father is different. No matter what my mother does, he always helps her, never arguing with her. He always says, "If you do less, I do more; it's all your work." "When will I find a husband as considerate as my father?"
Yingbao, Yingbao, what can I say to you? How old are you and you're already thinking about men? You know, although your mental age is almost forty, your body is only three years old!
"Sigh! Should I tell Daddy and Mommy?" Yingbao thought with a conflicted expression. "If I tell them that I came from the 21st century, will Mommy and Mommy treat me like a monster and stop loving me?"
Thinking of this, Yingbao felt a tightness in her heart. No, no, I don't want my dad and mom to not love me. I can tell them about the space first. Anyway, the four-leaf clover around my neck was given to me by my grandpa. If they want to ask, I can ask my grandpa. I'm so smart. Give myself a thumbs up!
Ye Tianyong watched as his daughter's face puffed up like a little bun one moment, and then she frowned like a little old man the next, her expressions constantly changing. He wondered what she was doing. Then, Ye Tianyong asked, "Yingbao, what are you doing? One minute you're pouting, the next you're crossing your legs and making a pinky gesture with your fingers."
"Father, I'm thinking about something important." As a movie queen, my self-cultivation and self-control have been ruined. My lifelong reputation as Ye Ying is in jeopardy!
"Yingbao, what's wrong? Can you tell your father and mother first?" Ye Tianyong asked Yingbao while helping his wife put away the needle and thread. His mother, Wang Yitong, also looked over with wide eyes, full of curiosity.
"Sure! I was going to tell you two anyway, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up, and I was afraid of scaring you!" Yingbao gently reminded her.
"Hahaha~~~, your dad has traveled all over the country and seen all kinds of storms. You think I'm scared by your story? You underestimate your dad too much," Ye Tianyong said to his little daughter, boasting.
Mother Wang Yitong rolled her eyes at her father and said, "It's okay, Yingbao. Your father said he's seen it all. No matter how outrageous or bizarre your story is, as long as it doesn't scare him to death, it's fine." In her heart, she was cursing her husband, thinking, "You think you're so capable? Let's see what you do in a bit."
Yingbao said tactfully, "I have a place to store things. I can put anything in and take anything out. It's like a treasure." Mother seemed to have a premonition, but my silly father might not.
I'd better give my father a warning first, so that if he has a heart attack, I won't be seen as an unfilial daughter.
Ye Tianyong glanced out the window and thought to himself, "It's not even dawn yet, and she's not asleep. What kind of daydreaming is my precious daughter having? All she does all day is brag. She thinks she's the Jade Emperor, Sun Wukong, or Guanyin Bodhisattva, with seventy-two transformations."
"Honey, stop thinking about those wonderful things all the time. Hurry up and wash up and go to bed!" My daughter is so young, yet she loves to overthink things. What should I do? It's so worrying!
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