After sending off the children, Qianmai immediately started to clean up the room.
After the primary and secondary schools, colleges and secondary schools will soon start winter vacation. Taking advantage of the bright sun on this rest day, the latent wheat should be cleaned and washed, and the rooms of the two younger brothers and sisters have been cleaned up. Even Simmons turned up and wiped the underside of the bed with his waist down to make it brighter than the other's stove.
Standing behind him, Peng Chen frowned, his face was unusually depressed.
In order to relieve her boredom and relax, he signed up with the travel agency as early as possible, but he got Shen Zhou and Nan Weiwei in vain. And her reason is always plausible: "I hope that when Xiao Mo Xiaohai returns home, he will be able to smile happily when he sees clean rooms and delicious meals."
Ok! Since she wants to stay at home and work on the "smiley face" project, he will accompany her. However, why does she always grind and push three things
He suggested to hire a part-time worker. She said, “The part-time job doesn’t do the cleaning by myself, and I don’t want outsiders to touch my own things.” Then he is not an outsider. He also has a bowl to help her share the housework. Why does she not allow him at this time? Did you help
There are one hundred and eight thousand prevarication reasons in Qian Mai’s mind, and a random one is enough to dismiss him: "You are stupid! Growing up, I have seen someone who would "knee his back and kneel" to clean the room for my sister-in-law and brother-in-law. Yes?" He has always been pampered, and occasionally it is okay to rinse a bowl and touch the world's fireworks, but if she is entangled in housework to change her original lifestyle in order to change her life, it is not her original intention.
Peng Chen was overwhelmed by her BH reason. There is no such situation around, but he doesn't mind, she minds why! I didn't even think about it. With her thin arms and legs, the two houses were cleaned up, and her muscles and bones were sore again at night. Obviously, the word "brother-in-law" still pleased him greatly. Although his handsome and beautiful face was still broken, he was no longer stinking.
The two were silent for a while with their own thoughts, and both tried to persuade each other.
In the end, Qianmai took the initiative and blocked all his rebuttals in one sentence: "Xiaohai doesn't matter, I'm afraid Xiao Mo will be uncomfortable if she knows!"
"Okay, I'll save a bit of effort to knead your arms and legs at night." Hearing this, Peng Chen didn't insist on it anymore. Sit down at her desk, took the "Encyclopedia of Family Medicine" and turned it over. Suddenly, he turned his head inexplicably toward the room and shouted: "Wife, just do it whatever you want. The cleaning is too clean, Xiao Mo Xiaohai will feel strange when he comes back."
There are such "creative" reasons for being lazy in the world, it's really hard for him to think of it. Qian Mai hid in the room and smirked, feeling attentive to his thoughtfulness. At the same time, he was a bit grateful. He has a really good temperament, neither picky eaters nor cleanliness. He is not at all like those on the street who rely on drag racing and get drunk. The rich second generation who buys famous brands to show their superiority.
For dinner yesterday, she made his favorite pan-fried steak. When I opened the cabinet, I remembered that the two bottles of red wine in it had been flattered and given away by Xiao Hai a while ago. If I go out to buy it now, the red wine will be settled, but the steak will be completely cold once it comes. At a loss, Peng Chen walked over and opened the refrigerator to look at the materials. Feng Danyun made a decision for her and said, "Make a tomato egg soup. Just do it whatever you want. I'm not picky."
Sure enough, I'm not picky! The weird combination of pan-fried steak and tomato egg soup, he ate up and didn't have any left.
Peng Chen didn't know that these ordinary trivial things in ordinary home life were precious to her.
In the distant past, some relatives who were close relatives bought a second-hand house in Huayang. Due to the age of the house, mottled stains in the house are bound to appear. But because of the shortage of funds on hand, there was no plan to redecorate.
Before moving in, she was approached by relatives who hadn't contacted each other in N years, and even if they met on the street, she might not have known each other. The words are extremely cordial, saying that there is an important thing to go to another place, and ask her to clean and tidy the house on her behalf.
Almost without a few words, the stupid one who didn't know why she refused, she agreed.
As a result, in the Huayang small stove that was ignited in July, she was sweating like rain, and she spent all the rest time staying in the old house without air-conditioning or electric fans to clean up. Just the greasy and old floor, it took four or five breaks from get off work to reveal its true colors.
During this period, relatives would send text messages from time to time every day, reminding them to "buy some pesticides and spray them everywhere" and "clean the corners behind the doors that are not usually noticed". Highlights such as these are endless.
After half a month, the relatives returned. After the move, she was so tired that her muscles and bones were sore that she almost collapsed.
At the home-cooked dinner of the housewarming, the relatives’ home was beaming with joy, and the smell of the house wafted from the cooking in the kitchen. She stood firmly in front of the sink and struck her hands. The sultry weather and the waves of cooking were enveloped in the heat, and she almost fainted.
"Wheat and cabbage can't be washed just like that. You need to add some salt and rub it well, so that it will be washed more cleanly and the taste will be more crispy when fried.
"Oh." She responded softly in a dream. In the kitchen filled with frolics, she didn't actually hear what her relatives were saying. I vaguely heard the word "salt", and slowly reacted, grabbing a pinch of salt and sprinkling it in the water. It's not that she doesn't know this cleaning method, but at this moment, she really doesn't even have the will to move her fingers more. She just asks for the food to be served early. She uses two chopsticks to mean that she can deal with her parents and go back.
"Don't know these common sense of life, right?"
"Oh." She can stand and fall asleep, and there is no energy to tell her relatives.
"Yes, how do young people now know these tricks. The floor of the house, you wash it with water? There are a few floors arched up in the hallway, which seems to be useless." The relative asked with a smile.
She couldn't hear clearly despite her tight nerves, but she was not stupid. After so many years of observing her face and color, she can still make a clear distinction between what is meant by a smile, what is meant by open temptation, and what means there is something in the words. Countless lessons told her that some words could not be answered casually, so she cheered up, bit her scalp and asked again: "What did you say?"
The relative smiled helplessly, flicked the spatula to cook, and said, "It's really tiring to talk to you." Then, he stopped talking.
For a moment, she hated her ears very much. Why the life and death that must be heard can't be heard, but what shouldn't be heard has slipped in like a poisonous snake. Heart is not painless. It wasn't because of the fact that relatives said that talking to her was very tiring, but because of the fact that it was pretending, why don't you insist on pretending to the end, and wait until she is gone.
Sometimes, whether you like it or not, someone will naturally divide you into different treatments. With the relative's speaking skills, she can clearly speak tactfully and slippery, making her stupidly scolded and praised. However, she didn't tactfully use the most direct words, speaking without concealment in front of her. To make it clear, I just feel that I can't even conceal a low-level person who has no other value after using his labor.
All the dishes were on the table, and in front of the guests at the two tables, as if acting, relatives smiled and toasted to her and said "hard work". He also took out a pearl necklace and put it on for her affectionately. Said: "Look, this kid is still pretty dressed up."
Later, I put a piece of grilled fish for her: "Mai, I will come over to play after get off work and I will talk to you. If you listen a lot and practice a lot, your listening will naturally improve. Don't always be bored alone. In a rental house, if the air is bad, people will shrink and become less knowledgeable. You are in my house this time, and the floor will be washed after washing. It doesn’t matter. But if it’s in someone else’s house, it won’t be a big joke. ?..."
After a few words, put yourself in the place and teach you in earnest, showing the heart and demeanor of loving elders.
She held a bite of the grilled fish in her mouth, like a fish bone in her throat. When she caught the key words from everyone's joking and realized what she was being said, it was too late to distinguish anything.
"I sprinkled some tea and brushed it with a scrub brush... The half-square and half-square brushes can be dried immediately with a rag and mop."
She wanted to say a lot, and no one knew how difficult it was to clean this old house with stains everywhere. It's just that at that time she was introverted and cowardly, she was not good at expressing herself, and she didn't know how to be justified and joking, and fought back with dignity on such occasions.
What flashes through my mind is the most direct reaction: "If you have the ability, you can buy a new house and stick a new floor. Everything is new, so why not wash it." "It's not enough to be bitten by you, my brain is rusty. Only then will I go to someone else’s house to do this kind of exhausting work.” Of course, her low education and education will firmly control her, let these words surge in the abdominal cavity, and then quietly follow. The gas is vented silently.
Relatives and guests were tolerant of her argument. It was undoubtedly when she had a guilty conscience and shouted "There is no silver in this place".
Relatives spread their hands helplessly: "Wheat, don't get me wrong. I say this not to blame you, but to teach you. Like this floor, you must first vacuum it, and then use a special polish to wax. Clean up. Your tea accidentally seeps in, and it will make the floor moldy. I called your mother out of town and told your mother that these days are really hard for you. Your mother is very talkative, saying that everyone is her own, yes What's important, let you exercise and learn how to clean up your family, so I let you do it with all my power. Unexpectedly, there is no floor in the Nanjiang countryside, so you would just wash it like a concrete floor..."
In that case, she still has to be grateful for Dade, and apologize for not having a caesarean? Really a royal aristocrat who came out of the second-hand house, but if she has the ability, she bought her a vacuum cleaner, special wipes and wax, and then went to the field
At this moment, she finally understood why so many urban female college students' wives would suffer when they were planted in the hands of old rural aunts. It was so clever and invincible.
The affectionate words of relatives still had a good effect. The guests nodded and said yes, almost complimenting him for "compassionate". For a time, everyone in the house turned into a life mentor and taught her tirelessly. No matter who it is, it is always easy to find a sense of superiority in front of a desperate, deaf and cowardly woman.
That night, she crushed the roots of her teeth and didn't groan again. In the final analysis, some guests are well aware of it, but they will definitely not betray the owner's interest for a poor woman who has no prospects for development. At that time, she just broke her throat, and no one would be fair.
I can't remember how she got back to the rental house. I just remember that I never stepped in again after I walked out the door, and the pearl necklace was thrown into the trash can when I went downstairs.
Today, the same is cleaning the house and cooking, but Peng Chen’s attitude is "just do whatever you want" and "just do whatever you want." This makes those pseudo-rich people who have a few copper plates on their bodies but are desperately trembling. Why are relatives so affectionate? (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)