Chapter 235 Opening a Supermarket
The moment Xia Mian saw that sentence, her phone turned into a hot iron, burning her face, ears, and neck red.
My heart is warm too.
"Xia, do you have a fever? Why is your face so red?" At this moment, Zhang Yuno finished collecting the last batch of bowls and saw Xia Mian, asking worriedly.
"Huh? Ah...no, I don't have a fever, I probably just caught a chill from the wind."
"Is it windy outside? I want to go out and get some fresh air too."
Cooking for six people is a physical task, and the small courtyard doesn't have air conditioning. Zhang Yuno was drenched in sweat, and her clothes are still damp.
After Xia Mian finished speaking, she went outside to get some fresh air. Xia Mian guiltily put away her phone and went into the kitchen, intending to help Zhang Yuno wash the dishes.
After searching around, I couldn't find the rubber gloves.
"There's no wind outside... Xia, what are you looking for?" A short while later, Zhang Yuno returned to the kitchen.
"Did you see the rubber gloves?"
Zhang Yuno instantly understood what he wanted to do: "They're not so particular in the countryside, they just wash directly. You go and rest, I'll do it."
Compared to office workers, farmers have more and more varied jobs. They need to water and fertilize the fields, cook and feed livestock such as chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs, do housework and clean the yard, and take care of the whole family. Putting on and taking off gloves takes too much time, so it's better to just use your hands.
In front of the camera, Zhang Yuno couldn't say that Xia Mian's hands were delicate, but Xia Mian understood what she meant.
"In the stereotypes of movies and TV dramas, the characters of wives and mothers always seem to wear rubber gloves, which gave me a misconception. I always felt that I couldn't wash dishes without wearing gloves. That's perfect, it saves us from having to rummage around. Let's wash them together, and then we can rest together later," Xia Mian said.
Zhang Yuno smiled and said, "Okay."
Xia Mian had never washed dishes before, but the task was extremely easy and required no learning. He didn't understand why some people in real life said they couldn't wash dishes, or that they easily "accidentally" broke the dishes while washing them; maybe they had something wrong with their brains.
Working together, the two quickly finished washing the dishes. The room assignments were also straightforward: two rooms in total, one for the boy and one for the girl.
There was only one bed in each room. Liang Qiuhong was the oldest, so Zhang Yuno and Yu Xingtong gave him their bed.
On the boys' side, Xia Mian thought the bed would be given to Zhao Xiaohui, who was more senior, but to her surprise, the two of them said in unison, "Xia, you sleep on the bed. You're more precious. We'll just sleep on the floor."
From childhood to adulthood, whether among friends or fellow trainees, Xia Mian was always the one who was "given a pass." This was partly due to his background and partly because of his likable personality.
He was used to being "given a pass," but at this moment, he had a vague feeling of being isolated.
Forget it, it's not his fault about his background.
Xia Mian didn't refuse and thanked them generously. The three of them made up the bed together, and then Xia Mian opened one of the large boxes and pulled out a package: "I brought a disposable four-piece bedding set. Do you want it?"
Zhao Xiaohui: "Wow, you're really well-equipped. We want it, but if we give it to you, will you still have any use for it?"
“Yes,” Xia Mian pulled another bag out of the box, “I brought a normal four-piece bedding set for you to use, disposable ones.”
Zhao Xiaohui exclaimed in disbelief, "Holy crap..."
There's always something better, and Zhao Xiaohui never expected that there would be something even more amazing to come.
After putting on his four-piece bedding set, Xia Mian pulled out a bath towel from the box, took a quick shower, applied a face mask, and then pulled out three more devices from the box: one that covered his face and emitted blue light, one that covered his neck and emitted red light, and another that was shaped like a comb—which should indeed be a comb—emitting yellow light when it touched his scalp.
The dimly lit room was illuminated by a dazzling array of colors—red, orange, green, blue, indigo, and violet—creating an eerie atmosphere.
Then! Then! Xia Mian pulled a mini washing machine out of the box again, connected it to water, plugged it in, and threw in the bath towels and hand towels she had just used!
Zhao Xiaohui was dumbfounded: "Brother, are you planning to open a supermarket? Even hotels don't have as much of this!"
“Yes,” Yao Yao said, looking shocked. “Besides, you can buy disposable bath towels and disposable face towels. It’s too much trouble to carry a washing machine around!”
“I’ve tried disposable items before, but I’m not used to them, so I’ve gone back to using my favorite brands. Including the disposable four-piece bedding set I just gave you, I originally planned to put it between the borrowed bedding and my own four-piece set,” Xia Mian said honestly.
Upon hearing this, Yao Yao turned to the mini washing machine. Through the transparent drum lid, he noticed a red and blue logo printed on the towel.
He saw this brand while shopping; it's from Japan and priced at 1200 yuan.
Disposable face towels are convenient and affordable, but their workmanship is compromised; they're not soft or gentle on the skin. How can someone used to using towels costing 1200 yuan like disposable face towels?
In fact, he could easily afford to use towels as disposable face wipes during his summer vacation, but he has a problem: he insists on rinsing all personal items with water and sterilizing them with ultraviolet light the first time he uses them, because he thinks things that come out of the production line are too dirty.
Since we have to go through this process anyway, we might as well bring a mini washing machine; it's more space-saving than bringing two boxes of towels.
“Actually, I also brought a washing machine for underwear,” Xia Mian pointed to the 360-degree coverage camera on the ceiling, “but I can’t broadcast it. I’ll cover the camera before I go to sleep and then wash the clothes.”
Zhao Xiaohui & Yao Yao: "......"
Meanwhile, upon seeing the "boys' dormitory" scene on the monitor, the director, who had been dozing off, stood up and clapped his hands in admiration.
"Absolutely amazing! Xia Mian's performance was top-notch. It's sure to be a huge hit when it airs!"
“Absolutely,” the assistant director agreed wholeheartedly. “When the trolls start criticizing, the viewership will explode. Fatty Chao, do you think we should stir things up?”
Fei Chao is the director's stage name. After a moment's thought, the director said, "No need to stir up trouble. The kid seems like a nice guy. Besides, his manager isn't someone to be trifled with, and the person behind him... try not to mess with her. Is the promotional video finished for next week?"
"It's all cut, just like you said, here's the first look at the courtyard."
“Change it,” Fei Chao said, “cut in that last part. Don’t do any malicious editing, the original footage is already trending enough…”
Despite giving instructions for a long time, the director still felt uneasy, so he simply unloaded the footage himself.
While the director and assistant director were working enthusiastically, after a bit of laughter and commotion, the lights in the "boys' dormitory" were turned off.
The world finally quieted down. Xia Mian hid under the covers, opened her phone, found her chat history with Zhou Pingchuan, stared at the last five words for a long time, and sighed after reading them.
He had only been away from home for a day, and he already missed it.
It's all Zhou Pingchuan's fault, that jerk! Why did he have to confess his feelings like that? It's ruining his work. Dating is affecting his career too much; he should stay away from that jerk! Stay away from that jerk! Stay away from that jerk!
To constantly remind himself, Xia Mian changed Zhou Pingchuan's nickname in his contacts and WeChat to "dog man." After changing it, he planned to listen to some music to banish those messy, inappropriate thoughts from his mind!
As soon as I put on my headphones, my phone vibrated.
Caller ID: You dog of a man.
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