In the past, Ziqi was always a little unaccustomed to such service, but now she is used to it. As a veteran aunt said: "The life secretary is just your father's little wife - not your mother, so why are you so polite? You are lucky not to be struck by lightning!"
"Well, let's wash it right away. It's a bit hot outside." Lin Ziqi sat down on the sofa in the living room: Meng Lan would naturally do the change of clothes. Originally, she was not used to having her underwear drawer looked through by another woman, but now that she is used to being served, she no longer feels anything wrong.
Meng Lan had already brought her a bottle of kvass soaked in well water. The soaking time was just right, so it was cool enough but not too cold - it was only May after all. Apart from the habit of not knocking on the door, the maid training class is truly extraordinary in terms of education!
The room was very quiet. Lin Fatian was probably busy in some farmland or plantation this time, and he hadn't gotten off work yet. Originally, Lin Ziqi didn't expect her father to get off work early today. After arriving at Lingao, these men all became "sexually passionate", just like the characters in "The Passionate Years". Not only did they all wear the kind of clothes from the TV series, Some Mao suits with four pockets have a pen in the pocket, and everyone still "walks with wind, talks like a bell, shakes hands with a shake, and talks full of comrades." When standing still, each of them habitually puts his hands on his back. I don’t know where this habit comes from...
Ziqi was once very uncomfortable with people calling her dad gay, and it took a while for her to get used to it.
Looking around, the room was clean and neatly furnished. Even the glass had just been cleaned. The flowers on the table were freshly replaced, and even the fabric cover of the sofa could be seen to have been changed and washed not long ago.
Compared with the messy dormitory where she and her father lived in the past, Meng Lan brought the atmosphere of home to the house. This is why Ziqi did not object to her father having a life secretary - as expected, a female hostess is needed to make a home feel like home. .
Meng Lan hurried to add firewood to the stove. She had re-scrubbed the bathroom and bathtub with dilute hydrochloric acid early in the morning and rinsed them clean. Now, both the sanitary ware and ceramic tiles were sparkling inside, and not even a hair could be seen: Elders They all pay attention to hygiene. And the lady is even more particular. So much of her energy was focused on hygiene.
Apart from this, Meng Lan is very satisfied with her current life. In terms of living conditions alone, although the house is smaller, it cannot compare with the big grain households in my hometown. When Meng Lan was a child, she followed her parents to work for landlords and served. It’s considered experienced. Needless to say, the landlord's house didn't even have this floor or glass window. As for food, it is a luxury that can only be imagined in one's dreams. In the village where she was born, the landlord's family ate grains every day.
so. Meng Lan did her best for this family and satisfied the chief and the young lady. Being able to live like this forever is her greatest hope.
It's a pity that her belly is not up to par, and she is not pregnant yet... Every time she sees other life secretaries holding their children, she feels very disappointed. The last time she went shopping at No. 43, she heard a life secretary surnamed Sun say: Life secretaries without children are always unable to sit still. The chief will definitely "send" them away one day when he gets tired of it.
The health doctor in the office also checked her pulse and prescribed medicine. I have also taken a lot of tonic medicine from Runshitang, but there is still no news. Thinking about the fact that the chief is already almost fifty - his father passed before fifty - if he can't have another boy or a girl. What if the master has a good life, what will he do for the rest of his life? The young lady treats herself well, but she doesn't necessarily take her to her husband's house when she gets married...
With these complicated emotions, Meng Lan finished adding firewood, washed her hands, and went to the young lady's room to get her underwear. In the past, when she wore such underwear for the first time in the training class, she blushed with embarrassment - the leaders were really lustful. Now she knew that this was just ordinary clothing among Australians, nothing special.
"Miss. You can take a shower now." After putting clothes in the bathroom and preparing a large towel, Meng Lan tested the water temperature and felt it was about the same, so she greeted her.
After serving Lin Ziqi, she took a bath. She quickly put the changed clothes into the laundry basket. The laundry would be left until evening, and she had to make dinner quickly.
Because Ziqi returned home today, the meal tonight was much richer than usual. She went to the specialty store yesterday to order the ingredients she would use today: the lady loves sashimi the most, and this food is particularly difficult to serve and must be kept cold throughout the entire process. Generally, the elders find it troublesome and rarely eat it at home. Meng Lan specially borrowed the Venus Zero from Wu Nanhai's house next door to pick up the goods from the special supply store. She rushed back with an insulated box filled with sawdust and ice cubes, and finally put it into her "earth refrigerator" in time.
Because his daughter was going home today, Lin Fatian deliberately came back from work early. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his daughter sitting at the dining table waiting for his return. In an instant, the hard work of the day miraculously disappeared. While asking Meng Lan to change clothes and slippers, he asked: "How many days will this vacation last?"
Students at Yerba Buena Park rarely have holidays, and Gakushuang is no exception.
"Two days. The school is holding a cultural festival."
"What? You want to act?" After changing into home clothes and washing his hands and face, he sat next to his daughter: "Show daddy..."
"What's so good about it? I'm not your tree stump bonsai. Look where it's not tied properly..." At this point, her face suddenly turned red, thinking about discussing sex with her best friend in the dormitory one night.
Lin Fatian didn't have such rich associations: "No tree stump bonsai is as beautiful as you."
"Dad, you really need to downgrade your old-fashioned compliments." Lin Ziqi picked up a piece of sea bream sashimi, dipped it in wasabi and soy sauce, and put it in her mouth.
Meng Lan brought over a large plate of fried golden and crispy chicken wings. Although it was different from the KFC chicken wings in her memory, it was almost the same. It is one of Lin Ziqi’s favorite things to eat. It's a pity that fried food is never served in the school. It is said that this was Chen Sigen's suggestion.
Lin Ziqi let out a small cheer, and hurriedly grabbed one of the five-clawed golden dragons and chewed it. She also said vaguely: "Dad, you got off work early today."
"Not for you."
"I never thought you loved me so much, Dad..."
"Eat your food." As soon as Lin Fatian finished speaking, Meng Lan had already brought the food. Lin Fatian goes to bed early at night, and his staple food at night is multigrain porridge: brown rice, millet, beans and other grains are boiled together, and a piece of sweet potato is added. Meng Lan never understood why the chief refused to eat good rice and white noodles, but insisted on eating this thing.
"Sit down and eat." Lin Fatian ordered when he saw that Meng Lan didn't dare to sit down.
"There is also soup, wait until I bring it." Meng Lan said and went back to the kitchen.
"The chicken soup needs to be simmered. Sister Lan, just eat it first." Lin Ziqi said as if she was impatient with a "little daughter-in-law" like her.
After Lin Ziqi said this, Meng Lan sat down to eat.
"Dad, I want to go to Lingaojiao on Sunday."
"Want to play on the Feiyun?" Lin Fatian always ate in big mouthfuls, and he could eat up a third of the food on the plate with just one chopstick.
"Yes. With Zhang Yunmi, Qian Duoduo and the others." Lin Ziqi was very cunning and did not say that they were going to go on a trial voyage. If I had to say this, my father would be worried to death, and he would keep talking about "unsafe", "dangerous" and the like, and try every means to obstruct it.
"Okay. You just go. I won't have a holiday these two days." Lin Fatian sighed as he spoke. Lin Ziqi felt that her father looked at her in a complicated way.
In the blink of an eye, it has been their sixth year since they came to this world.
"How are you doing at school?" Dad asked this kind of meaningless question again.
If they were in the 21st century, Lin Ziqi would probably be playing with her mobile phone at this moment, saying vaguely: "It's okay."
Lin Ziqi didn't have a smartphone at this time, but her answer was similar: "It's okay, but there is too much pressure to study."
"You have to study hard..."
Here we go again, so boring. I say this every time we meet, say it before time travel, and say it again after time travel. Lin Ziqi said impatiently: "If I don't study well, I'm still a veteran. Dad, you'd better hurry up and give me a younger brother and sister with Sister Lan, so that I can be your heir."
Lin Fatian actually blushed: "You don't have to worry about this." As for Meng Lan, her face turned even redder.
"Our family only has two seats. If you don't give me a younger brother or sister, the family will suffer a big loss." Lin Ziqi successfully diverted the fire and continued eating fried chicken wings.
Lin Fatian nodded slightly: "Do you think having a younger brother or sister is a good thing?"
"Why is it bad? Otherwise, it would be a waste of one?"
"Of course it's a good thing from this aspect. But -" Lin Fatian said, "You have a friend named Zhang Yunmi, right?"
"Yes, he is not only a classmate but also my roommate."
"Her father had a drink with me last time, and he felt quite distressed after giving birth to Zhang Yunmi's younger brother."
Zhang Yunmi's father and Lin Fatian were not colleagues, but their daughter was a classmate and best friend, so they became familiar with each other. Two single men who travel through time with their children naturally have something in common, and they often drink and chat together.
"What's going on? Dad, tell me." It was about her best friend, so Lin Ziqi put down the chicken wings and became serious.
Meng Lan didn't know what Lin Fatian was going to say, but instinctively realized that she shouldn't listen, so she quickly said she wanted to check the chicken soup on the stove and went back to the kitchen.
Lin Fatian sighed: "I don't know whether I should say it or not. Lao Zhang has been having a headache recently because of this matter. You know he has a son..."
"I know that. Zhang Yunmi is quite happy. He often says how cute his brother is." Lin Ziqi asked puzzledly.
"The problem lies with this younger brother." Lin Fatian's expression suddenly became serious. (To be continued.
