Five-year-old Jiang Mingzhen is very troubled, super invincible and extremely troubled.
The children around her didn't understand what was worth worrying about for Jiang Mingzhen. What they meant was that Jiang Mingzhen was the only daughter of the Jiang family, and that was the Jiang family, which had a big hotel in the city center.
Jiang Mingzhen has grown up full of love since she was born. The family held her in their palms for fear of falling, and held her in their mouths for fear of melting, fearing that she would have an uncomfortable life.
Is there anything that Jiang Mingzhen can't want
"I want Aunt Fan to come back!"
Jiang Mingzhen crossed her hands and pouted her lips almost to the ceiling. The pork rib soup in front of her was cold, and she said she wouldn't eat it, so she just didn't eat it.
"Xiao Zhen, my mother's hands are so sore, can you take a bite?" Xu Meiyin held up a spoon and coaxed softly: "Mom and Dad have hired a new nanny, she will come to our house to play with you this afternoon."
"I don't want a new nanny!"
The child waved his hand twice in the air, and all the juice in the spoon spilled on the mother's sleeve.
Jiang Mingzhen hasn't lost her temper yet: "The food cooked by the new nanny is not good, and the food made by my mother is not good. I only want Aunt Fan."
Xu Meiyin frowned delicately, and sighed inaudibly.
She has nothing to do with her own daughter.
When Jiang Yuan married Xu Meiyin back then, it was because of her gentleness, beauty, knowledge and understanding. She is Miss Jiao from a scholarly family. She has never been in a hurry with anyone in her life, and she speaks softly. Who would have thought that the daughter born by the two of them would not inherit Xu Meiyin's good temper at all.
Jiang Mingzhen is only five years old, and she is already a bully that no one in her family can control. For her wishes, her parents have always been responsive. Sometimes her request was too much and her parents refused to agree. At that time, Jiang Mingzhen became even more energetic, crying and making noises until her parents nodded.
But this time things were different.
The nanny surnamed Fan who took care of Jiang Mingzhen since she was a child quit her job as a nanny last week.
Aunt Fan came from the countryside and went to work in the city. She has a son who is about the same age as Jiang Mingzhen. She received a call last week that her man had an accident while working on a construction site, and no one was there. Aunt Fan was heartbroken. Her young son was left alone in the countryside with no one to take care of her, so she had to go back.
No matter how violent Jiang Mingzhen was, the Jiang family couldn't open their mouths and asked Aunt Fan to leave their son and come to their house to take care of their children.
"Xiaozhen, something happened at Aunt Fan's house..."
Xu Meiyin didn't know how to explain the difficulties to her daughter.
"I don't care. I'm not feeling well when Aunt Fan is not here. I don't eat when I'm not feeling well."
Come on, Jiang Mingzhen is not a sensible person.
Xu Meiyin was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan when her daughter refused to eat two meals.
When Jiang Yuan came back, she had to discuss with him whether more money could bring Aunt Fan back.
"Our Xiaozhen was taken by that aunt since she was a child," she said. "With a sudden change of person, the taste of the dishes has also changed. She is inevitably not used to it."
When the Jiang family called Aunt Fan, she had just finished the funeral.
Jiang Mingzhen is a difficult child to take care of, but in good conscience, the wages paid by Jiang's family have always been good. This time they wanted to invite Auntie back, and they also took care of her family affairs, so the salary was more than doubled than before.
In a few words, Aunt Fan was moved by their persuasion.
"I would like to go back and take care of Miss Zhen, but my son is alone in the country, and I really can't find any relatives who can help." After thinking about it, Aunt Fan asked cautiously: "Can I bring my son to the city together?" ?”
She was willing to come back, and the Jiang family was already very grateful, so she deserved it.
"sure!"
The big stone in her heart fell to the ground, and Xu Meiyin happily talked about Aunt Fan's return.
The new nanny resigned; the nanny's room where Aunt Fan lived in was restored to its original state.
Knowing that Aunt Fan was coming back, Jiang Mingzhen was naturally very happy. When she heard about this early in the morning, before she woke up, she jumped and rushed downstairs, saying she was going to pick up Aunt Fan at the station.
Xu Meiyin quickly explained that it will take a few days for the aunt to come back. So Jiang Mingzhen wilted like a discouraged ball.
"In the past few days, you can help mother and decorate Aunt Fan's son's room together."
Jiang Mingzhen became a little interested: "Who?"
"Aunt Fan's son, he also came to live with Aunt Fan in our house."
Xu Meiyin messed up her daughter's forehead hair, and asked with a smile: "In the future, there will be someone more in the family who can play with Xiaozhen, are you happy?"
Naturally happy, Jiang Mingzhen sniffed, not wanting to be too obvious: "How old is he?"
"A little older than you?" Xu Meiyin speculated. Aunt Fan used to be Xiaozhen's nanny, and her children would probably be a few months older than Xiaozhen.
"Oh." The corners of Jiang Mingzhen's mouth flew up a little more.
Children seem to like to play with older children, and Jiang Mingzhen is no exception.
She is the only daughter in the family and has no siblings. The only few playmates of the same age, and because of Jiang Mingzhen's bad personality, they couldn't hang out with her.
Now a new boy was coming, and she was so excited that she wanted to beat the drums with her fists on the table.
"My toy room can live in." Jiang Mingzhen suggested.
The playroom is next door to her room.
Xu Meiyin didn't see what she was thinking: "I don't need your toy room, there are many guest rooms at home."
Jiang Mingzhen insisted: "He must prefer the toy room, which has many of my toys."
Hearing her daughter's natural tone of making decisions for others in advance without authorization, Xu Meiyin suddenly felt a little worried.
"Xiaozhen, when Auntie Fan's son comes, you have to be polite to him, do you understand?"
"I know." Jiang Mingzhen answered straight away.
But the politeness that Jiang Mingzhen defined may still be different from the politeness that Xu Meiyin needs her.
"Last time, my friend brought her daughter to our house, and I also told you to be polite. You insisted on playing with building blocks with you. If she didn't want to play, you threw her with building blocks. Last time you You didn't do what you promised me."
"I'm very polite. I even invited her to play with me. She took out all the building blocks, but she doesn't play." Jiang Mingzhen's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief: "The building blocks are so fun!"
"You think it's fun, but others don't necessarily think it's fun. I tell you to be polite. I want you to respect the choices of your guests. Let them do what they want, and consider their feelings first."
Xu Meiyin speaks so earnestly and sincerely, but the person opposite her is just a stupid five-year-old idiot.
Jiang Mingzhen didn't understand anything.
But she felt that what her mother said made sense, so she said "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Jiang Mingzhen made preparations in advance for the day when the country nanny brought the child to the city.
She called many partners to come to the house.
That's right, Jiang Mingzhen found that every time she played alone with a child, the other party would not have a good time. He will be happiest when there are other children present who can play with other people.
This, she thought, was what her mother meant by being polite. Consider the guest's feelings before her own.
When the children were playing until almost noon, the doorbell of her house finally rang.
The moment the bell rang, Jiang Mingzhen jumped up like a frightened bird, and fled to the backyard.
The little friends at home didn't know why, seeing her nervous and looking like an enemy, they thought she was playing some kind of ghost game, and rushed to the backyard with her.
Xu Meiyin went downstairs and opened the door.
When it was driving, she was still wondering why the living room, which was so noisy just now, was so quiet all of a sudden.
"Xiaozhen? Xiaozhen?" No one answered.
A group of little ghosts squatted in the backyard, with their heads close to the door, staring intently at the person who was about to enter the door.
Xu Meiyin opened the door.
Later, He Yu asked Jiang Mingzhen, what was her impression of him when she saw him for the first time.
She answered honestly: "You looked very ordinary when you were young."
He Yu looks like what an ordinary five-year-old boy looks like.
Short, with short hair. A round face with fleshy cheeks, so bulging.
One nose, two eyes, one mouth, nothing outstanding worth commenting on.
Ordinary, what else can I say other than ordinary.
The country boy Jiang Mingzhen imagined should be darker and thinner than him. But the boy's appearance was no different from that of a five-year-old boy in the city.
He was not dark, his chubby face was wiped white and clean by his mother.
To describe it, it looks like steamed buns, the round ones are neatly pinched and steamed thoroughly.
Because He Yu asked Jiang Mingzhen about her first impression of him, and she could only say it was normal.
If he asked, how did she feel about him when she saw him for the first time...
Unknown to everyone, Jiang Mingzhen prefers to eat round steamed buns.
So the first time she saw He Yu, she felt that she really wanted to bite him.